Stopping smoking cigarettes has many complications
Otherwise it'd be easy, there wouldn't be any frustrations
You cannot simply stop buying them, putting them in your mouth
For starters all the planets must align directly north to south
Before even thinking about starting this monumentous task
There are many, many questions that you yourself must ask
Will it rain tomorrow or perhaps the sun will shine too hot
Maybe you could do it then but probably better not
Your train might run a few minutes late
And then you'd be forced into an unplanned wait
You may trip over your own two feet
Infront of an audience in a busy street
I haven't even touched on all the endless possibilities
Let's just put this thing on ice, a perpetual deep freeze
All these complexities are fuddling up my brain
Better not to stop at all, there really isn't any gain
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
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