My cigarette burns like incents out my cracked window
Twice today I’ve heard that Fleetwood Mac song on the radio
The one about reflections, snow covered hills and getting old
I never really cared for it but its deep and meaningful I’m told
If you really listen close to words it’s just a bunch of nonsense
Feeling sorry for your self about an unavoidable circumstance
Bitching about life to a pretty melody and an acoustic guitar
I know a guy who met Stevie once in some little shit hole bar
He said she was so coked up she had tears in her eyes
Maybe it was the drugs but maybe it was a landslide
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