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  • Da la la la
    Da la la la

    Da la la la
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    A word to wise, you smoke to enjoy it,
    I smoke it to die.

    I have learned to be quiet.
    You know that
    too much talking never works.
    Let the tobacco tells for me when it burns.
    There is a tone in it always, always,
    it could be anything from wonder to regret.

    So lit a match, dear!
    Would you stick around, my love?
    My Marlboro Black,
    and your Lucky Strike!
    We could make love
    build on menthol flavoured intimacy,
    which is breaking us down by keeping everything ticking.

    This is it,
    a cigarette for a thousand problems.
    "a slow and painful death"

    Da la la la
    Da la la la
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