[Outro] So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay Made me feel so alone, so I just went home And scribbled some poem That I know that you'll never read [Chorus] So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast You hate the smell of real smoke So why'd you always keep me so close
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However, although hes not averse to a few drinks here and there, one of his biggest loves is his cigar