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Nicotina
FmNot every cigareCtte is a dead, dead thing Some have a minFmd and try to be other things Pushed in the pacCk, they crave some Virginia air Softly, they pray Fmto someone, but life ain't fair
FmThey're born to lose, they're born to fill The lungs of BbJack, the lungs of Jill And like I Csaid life just isn't Fmfair
FmNicotinaC, NicoFmtinaC, NicoFmtina G#is Bbher Cname 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
FmA man with a Ccough Fmstepped to the Cmachine FmDropped coins in the Cslot, D#the end of a Gdream
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
FmNicotina's gone, but life goes on though Nicotina's Bbgone, but life goes on though Nicotina's Fmgone, but life goes on and on and Con and on and Fmon Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name
by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com