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Stop trying to pretend that You are going to stop- You're either a smoker or you're not. You will keep on smoking For the rest of your life, And then you'll get cancer And then you'll die. I can stop whenever I please And anyway, I'm immune to emphysema And heart disease. My diary says tomorrow is The day I quit and I'm going to stick with that. I'll work my way down to The end of this pack And then I'm leaving this place And I'm never coming back again. Little itches need no stitches But they bury you- If you keep in scratching You'll go right through. Whiskey for the amputee is Just the thing to ease the sting. I've got a list og Things to get round to. Letras de cancionesI've got a list of All the things i shouldn't do. I know it by heart, I've got the damn thing in m pocket, But despite myself It's the middle of the night and I am round your house again, Trying to pretend that i am going to stop. I'm either a smoker or I'm not... You will keep on smoking For the rest of my life, and don't I know it. My favourite fatal weakness. I'll work my way down To the end of this pack, And then I'll leave this place and I'm never coming back. I'll see you around, somewhere in town, Next time I'm down, probably right here. From Letras Mania