lost and then found
Why A Smoker Smokes
Clean thoughs streets
Make them true again
Clean thoughs bars
Let us smoke again
For its not our fault we smoke
If there not available
We would not do it
You have no tacked
For you as well over react
Why are there butts on the streets
Because you took away the Bars
Why are there deaths on your hands
Because its cold outside
Why must i dream
And lose my mind
Its a calming feeling
And that's why a person starts
I'm not saying to do it
But smoke comes from the sparks
The lighters are for smoking
Hardly ever for a fire
The tools are there to make them
And i scream because they are
You genetisize and torture
What your heart cant understand
Natural tobacco can be broken
But not the chemicals
Make them true again
Clean thoughs bars
Let us smoke again
For its not our fault we smoke
If there not available
We would not do it
You have no tacked
For you as well over react
Why are there butts on the streets
Because you took away the Bars
Why are there deaths on your hands
Because its cold outside
Why must i dream
And lose my mind
Its a calming feeling
And that's why a person starts
I'm not saying to do it
But smoke comes from the sparks
The lighters are for smoking
Hardly ever for a fire
The tools are there to make them
And i scream because they are
You genetisize and torture
What your heart cant understand
Natural tobacco can be broken
But not the chemicals
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Why A Smoker Smokes
Why A Smoker Smokes
