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Massy Ferguson
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Idle Threats And Cigarettes
You had the weight of a paper airplane
Wide eyed naive and green
Should have never messed with Chasity Johnson
You probably got kicked in the teeth
Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on new year's eve
Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that stain on your name
Who knows the murmurings of the grape vine
Amazonian hourglass babe
Pulled you close you thought you could kiss her now
She yelled till she was blue in the face
You could have been every girl's hero
Crowd of cronies standing by
We made our way back home in the rain now
You would have got kicked in the sweets
Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on new year's eve
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Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that stain on your name
On the way home you said that this story
That we'd laugh about it some day
Pretty sure I got past that now
They all said you were to blame
Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on New Year's eve
Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that ice in your veins
Well I didn't know
Well, we talked all night with police over those
Idle threats and cigarettes
Talked all night over those
Idle threats and cigarettes
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