I grant you permission to throw your fags away
I grant you permission as from this hour, this day
You're not convinced, you want it in writing
That can be arranged, faster than lightning
Here is the document, signed by the proper authority
It's dated and stamped, definitely no forgery
Signed with a flourish by the highest power in the land
Who might that be, why it's by your very own hand
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