I thought you'd be my last one,
As winter sails away, you'd be gone and there'd be no one.
I tried to forget your smell, lingering in my hair,
Your red burning end, giving me the strength, not to care.
My chapped lips on you, dragging your soul in me,
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And there you're, lipstick-stained you, vanishing with the smoke, just see.
Every time I see another, I say you'd be my last one,
But the last you, just stays, it's either you or no one!
