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Saving Jane Nicotine

last cigarette And you think about what you regret Oh, when your hands start to shake And you're down on your knees Do you want me like nicotine, like nicotine

about what you regret Do you miss me at all When your hands start to shake, and you're down on your knees Do you want me, like nicotine? Like nicotine Like nicotine