Your convictions are going up with the smoke that you¡¯re blowing in my face,
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You'll boycott all the evils you know, as long as there¡¯s no nicotine trace.
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I can't stand to watch it,
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that little stick between your lips,
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tells me all I need to know about how you really think.
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Up In Smoke
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| The Steal |
