| If I tried,
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| I just might
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| Be able
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| To cut down to a few a day.
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| With every cig I light,
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| I have every price to pay.
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| I’ll easily smoke two packs.
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| Or maybe more if I’m bored
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| Just to feel relaxed.
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| I’m never gonna pack it in I know
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| I’m addicted to the nicotine
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| Through my veins, it flows.
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| I’m young but my lungs are old.
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| Never ever gonna shift this vice,
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| Had emhazima once or twice.
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| I’ve tried so many times.
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| And I scream, and I shout
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| For some spit that comes out across the bar.
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| I cough, I spat up Chest made of tar.
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| My fingers have turned to red.
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| If I carry on this way
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| Give it ten years, I’ll be dead.
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| I’m never gonna pack it in I know
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| I’m addicted to the nicotine
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| Through my veins, it flows.
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| I’m young but my lungs are old.
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| Never ever gonna shift this vice,
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| Had emhazima once or twice.
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| I’ve tried too many times.
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| Breathe in, Breathe out!
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| Breathe in, Breathe out! |