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Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing |
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Some have a mind and try to be other things |
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Pushed in the pack, they crave some |
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Virginia air |
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Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair |
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They're born to lose |
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They're born to fill |
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The lungs of |
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Jack The lungs of |
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Jill And like |
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I said Life just isn't fair |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina is her name |
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Once in a while a cigarette has a name |
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N-I-C-O-T- |
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I-N-A, that's her name |
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She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day |
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She was a cigarette, but she loved to play |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina is her name |
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A man with a cough |
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Stepped to the machine |
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Dropped coins in the slot |
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The end of a dream |
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He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again |
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Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end |
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She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out |
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Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud |
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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though |
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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though |
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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina, |
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Nicotina was her name |
