A man smokes three packs a day and keeps telling himself it's just one cigarette, that he feels no regret, that nobody dies from a single smoke. He knows he was sold this habit, knows he breaks his promises to quit, but pride and self-deception keep him lighting up.
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Smokes 3 packs a day. Every night he suffers pain. Vows to quit, but the very next day does the same old thing again. It's just one cigarette. I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from just one cigarette. How's he keep on fooling himself with the same old lie? What goes on in his silly little mind makes him able to justify? It's just one cigarette, I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from just one cigarette. It's a problem of pride. To ask the truth to step aside. Give my will some room to breathe. I'm free to do whatever I please. Well, I was sold long ago by a man I didn't even know. He got me hooked. He caught me in his net. Looking so So cool, smoking that cigarette. It's just one cigarette. I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from just one cigarette. It's just one cigarette. I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from smoking just one cigarette.