Stamped like a postcard
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With a stamp on the right shoulder
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It's the desert crossing
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I just put out the last one
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Like a big iced Coke
Under the summer heatwave
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That they'd stop you from drinking
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And you can sit on it
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Twenty-four hours a day
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The stubborn craving
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I may chew paperclips
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This idea that clings on
I'd love to wring its neck
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I don't smoke a cigarette anymore
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It's nice of you to join me
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In giving up the vice
Everybody congratulated me
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Except Philippe and Maurice
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Who are waiting round the corner
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One, two, three, four days without tobacco
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But in twenty-six, that'll make a month
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People find me slightly irritable
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And I really wonder why
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No doubt because yesterday at dinner
I threw the cat out the window
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I don't smoke a cigarette anymore
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Goodbye, blondie, I liked you
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But the two of us can't go on
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I came to tell you you're leaving
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Under the orange camel
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Watching the state coffers rake in
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How sad! It's not fun
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All that fresh air seeping in
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My life hangs by a filter now
When my fingers stayed busy
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Without necessarily putting on weight
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With whatever's in the fridge
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It's really too much for a butt
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My kingdom for a camel!
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And if I forfeited right in the middle of the match
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Nobody to say: check and patch!
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I don't smoke a cigarette anymore