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Spend your days just working on shopping |
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dependin' on how much your look is in |
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spend your nightlife table hopping |
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and trying to keep that bag a bones in trim |
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i don't mind not feelin' immortal |
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cause it ain't all that as far as i can tell |
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i don't mind not going to heaven |
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as long as they've got cigarettes |
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as long as they've got cigarettes in hell |
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by the time we start getting used to |
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the dirt that's forming on the window sill |
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now we know we've got ourselves into |
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the cage that keeps the mice on their treadmill |
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i don't mind not feelin' immortal |
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cause it ain't all that as far as i can tell |
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i don't mind not going to heaven |
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as long as they've got cigarettes |
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as long as they've got cigarettes in hell |
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i don't mind not feelin' immortal |
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because it ain't all that as far as i can tell |
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and i don't mind not going to heaven |
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as long as they've got cigarettes |
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as long as they've got cigarettes in hell |
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(noel coughing and puffing on a cigarette) |
