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White Smoke
They call them ciggarettes, I call them cancer sticks. They damage you from inside out and eventually you'll be deathly sick. My dad think it''s just spite; it cuts me deeply to see him smoke Their defense is it calms them; Their defense is a complete joke! She's addicted to the artificial wheels to sleep, but it can make her cruel And as I shake with the injustice she brings, I feel a hatred to her sleep tool. And in me a hatred so deep, I'm burning inside of white heat. And in me I'm dying; this battle I've lost, she's won, I'm beat. He's letting the white smoke inside him. Every second he inhales more he's closer to the worst sin. But it's coming to an end; he's just a sad, sad soul. He's falling asleep, but he's smiling, inviting in the white smoke. I must stay away, the consequences are dire! Have caution, where there's smoke there's fire. Tell me you can take it, man, I'll call you a liar. Run for your life, beware the white smoke!
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