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All the side effects were never mentioned to me |
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I am innocent of uncontrolled abuse |
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No one ever told me cigarettes could kill me |
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Now I'm used to them |
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I never saw the writings and the warnings |
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On the packages and posters of my role-up smokes |
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Tell me that's a hoax |
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Got the freakin' idea I could be like James Dean |
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15 years old with my foot against the wall |
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Getting smoke into my eyes not that I'd show you, |
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Being cool and man I never saw |
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The writings and the warnings |
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On the packages and posters of my role-up smokes |
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Tell me that's a hoax |
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The pores of plague that tease the cow, |
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The cross-eyed steak I'm eating now |
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Can overload and in time explode |
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Pretty done for, heaven knows, the city's like a snake |
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All wrapped up and tangled in. Reality's a fake |
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The flashy coloured neon signs are screaming 'Ain't it great! |
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Come dance with us, take your chance with us' |
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We're left for dead. Without beliefs we're dead |
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We're scared, but won't admit to it, I bet |
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So we cease to care instead |
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Now I'm stuck between the alcohol and wisdom |
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Now I'm stuck between a smoke and city air |
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Almost used to all the crappy things we feed on |
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Almost belly round and unaware |
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Chorus |
