O air were are you o air.
My master is calling you o air.
He's looked i the bags o air.
He's looked in the metal container o air.
His eyes are closeing o air.
my friends are stopping o air.
Come on back we need you o air.
The Fags have gone and not coming back o air.
Is it to late o air.
Is it to late o air
his eyes are closeing o air.
My friends are stopping my body is weeping o air.
o air, didn,t quite get the gist of that but got the message that you have given up smoking. Well done and dont surrender to the fag.
O David, thats very good, don't forget if you are giving up fags, they're not your friend ,just the opposite and they put you here and labled you a c o p der, breathe in clear,fresh o air, nothing quite like it! x
Yep - put as much air as you can between you and the fags ! 
Don't forget o air.keep talking to my mate WILL POWER
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