It turns out cigarettes can kill you
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cause when you didn't come back
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every time that I thought of you
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I smoked a whole pack
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I was up to about seventeen packs a day
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I was refueling too
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about every hour or so
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I drank a bottle of white mule
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I wasn't thinking about turquoise
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I wasn't thinking about gold
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I wasn't thinking about thinking
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or about getting old
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got to be so I didn't care
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if I was leaving or loving
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oh, what I was
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and what I was becoming
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I don't want to in your arms
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I just want to die
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don't want to die in you arms
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I just want to die
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and like a marionette doll
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oh, manned by a fool
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I went into the chicken shed
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started looking for tools
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well I worked for a month
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build some sky and some clouds
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and I built some myself some angels
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with trumpets so loud
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well they played hallelujah
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and I knew I was done
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I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays
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saw a never setting sun
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well I knew I was dead
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I couldn't do no more harm
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well I built myself a heaven
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where you died in my arms
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well you died in my arms when I died
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well you died in my arms when I died
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well you died in my arms when I died
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you died in my arms when I died
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Die Die Die
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| Dr. Dog |
