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Jan 2014
As I pull out my last cigarette
I let out a muffled sigh
I have no money left
To feed my selfish pride
I light the **** thing
And inhale as I cry
The smooth taste of tobacco
The only thing I'll miss
When I die
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   LH Dillard and Jay
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