blowing in my face, blowing my smoke all over the place

The cool wind is cool,
it's been so for a while now.
I am nothing new.
The overcast skies,
and stupid palm trees
blowing in the breeze,
I don't know what I've against them:
leaves are or aren't
like me, I don't know.
This one, it ain't no good no more.
I want another one.

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