| Rows of lights in a circle of steel
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| Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
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| High windows flickerin' down through the snow
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| A time you know
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| Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
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| Everybody’s in step with the season
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| A child is born to a welfare case
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| Where the rats run around like they own the place
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| The room is chilly, the building is old
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| That’s how it goes
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| The doctor’s found on his welfare round
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| And he comes and he leaves on the double
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| Deck The Halls was the song they played
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| In the flat next door where they shout all day
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| She tips her gin bottle back till it’s gone
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| The child is strong
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| A week, a day, they will take it away
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| For they know about all her bad habits
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| Christmas dawns and the snow lets up
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| And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup
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| She hides her face in her hands for a while
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| Says look here child
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| Your father’s pride was his means to provide
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| And he’s servin' three years for that reason
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| Rows of lights in a circle of steel
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| Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
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| High windows flickerin' down through the snow
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| A time you know
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| Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
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| Everybody’s in step with the season |