Cigarette Machine Fred Eaglesmith
[G]Stumbling passed your house baby,[D]at the break of day.
i t[Am]hought i saw your siluhette, da[C]ncing cross the shade
and i w[G]ent out to the mission ,[D]and i called and called your name.
[Am]till and angel with a face like yours, [C]came down and let me in
i thought i saw your reflection, in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street
In a store front,in a picture,on and old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
i heard soldiers voices, by the city gate
what took his life on the ground,they made me look away
and i spilled you on the meter, and i chopped you into lies.
And over some old kitchen sink, i swore i let you down
i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street,
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
oh radio and broken meters, doggy things i read.
worn out moviestars,and faded limousines.
and i battle through my own charades, of coffee cups and clowns.
i can't keep up with parades, I keep falling down.
i thought i saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
in a bottle in a dutter ,in a window on the street,
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
in a store front, in a picture,on an old broken TV
i swear it was you,staring back at me!
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