| I remember the day I met miss Nicotine
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| She was quite, calm. |
| She dragged me in
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| And now I’m addicted to your venom
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| You poisoned me
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| You killed the artist in me
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| And since then I only write shit
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| Miss Nicotine, what have you done to my inner child?
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| Miss Nicotine, how could you hurt me that way?
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| Miss Nicotine, you’re now another X-file
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| Miss Nicotine, will I get over you some day?
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| The smoke you release infatuates me
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| And it’s blocking my way to reality
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| But I now for sure that you’re killing me
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| That’s not the way we were supposed to be
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| Fuck, I’m craving for another suck of your cigarettes
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| I’m afraid I’ll smoke you up till I’m dead
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| Miss Nicotine, what have you done to my inner child?
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| Miss Nicotine, how could you hurt me that way?
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| Miss Nicotine, you’re now another X-file
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| Miss Nicotine, will I get over you some day?
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| So, I’m quitting you tonight with anxiety
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| You can’t stick around no more
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| But I’m adicted to your allure
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| And leaving you is my only cure
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| Miss Nicotine, what have you done to my inner child?
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| Miss Nicotine, how could you hurt me that way?
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| Miss Nicotine, you’re now another X-file
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| Miss Nicotine, will I get over you some day?
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| Will I get over you someday… |