Nicotina

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Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing 
                               F5
Some have a mind and try to be other things 
                                     C5
Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air 
                                      F5
Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair 

F5
They're born to lose, they're born to fill 
             Bb5
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 
           Bb5
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: Jos? Duarte