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Cause sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much, and I have to close my eyes and hide
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| I love you, you big hunk of carpenter, you! Please let me hold you! | |
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| I-I love you too, cigarette boy! Yes, yes, hold me, hold me! | |
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I want to hold you till I die *records screeches to a halt*
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| Oh the pain! And it's all due to cigarettes! Curse you Big Tobacco, if only I hadn't fallen for your sweet, sweet nicotine! | |
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Brought to you by The Truth
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| Tobacco companies don't want you to know they killed Jesus. | |
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