You go to the gym
You walk 3 kilometers while enjoying some Califone
You cycle 15 kilometers while enjoying some Queens of the Stoneage
Later on, you go home, tired but satisfied
Those lungs full of fresh air are begging for a cigarette
There are the cigarettes, but where is the lighter?
You look and look, but you can’t find it
And when you get back home, there is the lighter
It was in your freaking pocket all the time
Now that really sucks
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That does suck. Worse is when you can’t find your hat and. . .