They sit there looking at me in the eye
' light me up' they say
'I'll help you die'
Oh, how I crave that taste on my tongue
Firing one up filling my lungs
Not caring about the damage that's being done
I'll take as many as I can get
Knowing later on I will regret
Oh, how Much i hate that cigarette
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