| Lord I smoked one hundred cigarettes
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| Waiting for your call, but it ain’t come yet
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| I’m just waiting on your footsteps in my hall
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| And I’m just waiting for this ash to fall
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| While I’m counting my regrets
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| I’m gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
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| My porch light is on, and I’ve unlocked my door
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| My eyes are red and my throat is sore
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| I’ve checked my mail and I watch my phone
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| And I’m wondering when you’re coming home
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| So while I’m counting my regrets
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| I’m gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
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| How much longer can I watch my own TV
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| Now I’ve seen how white my shirts can be
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| One more smoke, I’ll take one more sip
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| Before I wipe your name right off my lips
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| So while I’m counting my regrets
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| I’m gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
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| So while I’m counting my regrets
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| I’m gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
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| Before I see that rising sun
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| I believe I smoked one hundred and one |