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• Stolen Cigarettes

There’s a lot of things I don’t get
The fine taste of a stolen cigarette
I didn’t light it so I’m innocent
The prosecution said that’s far-fetched…
Yeah, I’m on about stolen cigarettes
One drag ‘n that’s what you get
You can toss ‘em out in the bin
I was a map maker as a kid…

‘n if I told you her name you’d say, ‘I wish you were smokin’ 20 packs a day.’
If I told you her name you’d say, ‘You gotta be broken to call her honey.’

And I know that you’re right, man
I been havin’ nightmares but I can’t seem to quit…

There’s a lot of things I don’t sweat
Love letters and paper cuts
‘n I can tell when you’re full of shit,
Honey, all you gotta do is move your lips…

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