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The Smoker
My lifespan is my headache
Nicotine, Tar, the warning's fake
I puff and smoke forever
I am nicknamed the smoker
I'm stressed I reach for a cigarette
I will relax I sure can bet
I sniff my tension arises again
I erupt the smoke is my mien
Cocaine I sniff I am a god,
Hemp I smoke I am a Lord
Tobacco is moderate not for me
I smoke because I want not to see
A stick gives me confidence
I do not lace commonsense
To the non-smoker who questions my way
I say you too may die today
Nicotine, Tar, the warning's fake
I puff and smoke forever
I am nicknamed the smoker
I'm stressed I reach for a cigarette
I will relax I sure can bet
I sniff my tension arises again
I erupt the smoke is my mien
Cocaine I sniff I am a god,
Hemp I smoke I am a Lord
Tobacco is moderate not for me
I smoke because I want not to see
A stick gives me confidence
I do not lace commonsense
To the non-smoker who questions my way
I say you too may die today
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The Smoker
The Smoker
