Lyrics Broken Cigarette - The Sainte Catherines
All
the
same
clothes
all
the
same
smiles
A
minimum
wage
10
000
miles
Faces
on
the
ground
fucking
heavy
bags
No
more
money
to
drink
the
pain
away
My
door
is
always
open
for
a
suffering
friend
It's
all
we
have,
it's
why
we
laugh
Hold
my
hand
friend
we're
gonna
find
our
way
We
don't
have
to
work
we
don't
have
to
pay
Hangin'
around
with
a
broken
friend
and
an
empty
pack
Of
cigarettes
trying
to
find
some
majorettes
Who
could
make
us
laugh
until
the
end
I'm
looking
in
my
past
through
the
city
streets
Now
Montreal
is
my
town
But
i
won't
forget
how
it
was
home
sweet
home
My
family
and
my
friends.
i
won't
ever
forget
Everything
you
did
for
me
I'm
searching
for
a
goal
but
am
i
always
wrong?
Am
i
already
in?
i
appreciate
everything
You
make
me
feel
so
warm
it's
so
important
to
me
I
am
so
afraid
of
loosing
everything
Hangin'
around
with
a
broken
friend
and
an
empty
pack
Of
cigarettes
trying
to
find
some
majorettes
Who
could
make
us
laugh
until
the
end
Hold
my
hand
friend
we're
gonna
find
our
way
We
don't
have
to
work
we
don't
have
to
pay
Lets'go
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