Cigarettes
I dont know why everyones mad at me
I havent done a thing
Except maybe killed 480,000 people per year
But if you really think about it, its out of my control
Im only a little thing that has no choice in this at all
If you need to blame someone, blame the guy that bought me
Maybe they shouldve thought twice before they got me
But it all works out in the end, at least for me anyways
Because theres always going to be more of me, cant say the same for them
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