"No , none of them"

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You're like a cigarette
Addicting, and I can't keep away
You burn my lips
You burn my finger tips
You make my eyes cry
Your killing me from the inside
I say I'll quit ,
But sooner or later I'll break down
And I'll need you once again for a fix

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