Zayn Malik Used To The Blues

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Cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues
Cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues.

Karma gets a hall pass
Evil finds a way in
Come and turn the lights out
Tell me what you're saying.

Tell me what you're saying
Say it all again
In whispers I can't ever find
It must be at the back of mind.

Girl, I
Reading my mind
Feel I might die
Being at my side
Chilling at night
Telling me lies
Telling me truths
That's what I like about you.

Cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues
Cigarette don't hit me like you do
I got used to the blues.

Hollow as a steel drum
Kerosine to fill it
Pocket full of matches
Careful not to spill it.

Did it ever occur to you?
Is it all just a blur?

Girl, I
Reading my mind
Feel I might die
Being at my side
Chilling at night
Telling me lies
Telling me truths
That's what I like about you.

That's what I like about you.