Nicotina

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Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing 
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Some have a mind and try to be other things 
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Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air 
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Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair 

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They're born to lose, they're born to fill 
             Bb
The lungs of Jack, the lungs of Jill 
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And like I said life just isn't fair 

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Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name 

Once in a while a cigarette has a name 
N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that's her name 
She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day 
She was a cigarette, but she loved to play 

Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name 

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A man with a cough stepped to the machine 
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Dropped coins in the slot, the end of a dream 

He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again 
Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end 
She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out 
Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud 

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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though 
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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though 
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Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on 
Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name 




by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com