| 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 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 Jack
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| The lungs of Jill
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| And like I said
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| Life just isn’t fair
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| Nicotina, Nicotina, 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-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, Nicotina, 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, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name |