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Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing Some have a mind and try to be other things Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain`t fair They`re born to lose They`re born to fill The lungs of Jack The lungs of Jill And like I said Life just isn`t fair 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 A man with a cough Stepped to the machine 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 Nicotina`s gone, but life goes on though Nicotina`s gone, but life goes on though Nicotina`s gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name |