you told me you were leaving because I smoke ciggarets
I stopped smoking in fear of losing you
I went by youre place to tell you that I broke my bad habit
I saw you pressing your lips against some one new
My walk home was lonely and the only thing pressing to my lips was a cigarette
I guess it's time to quit my bad habit
you
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