| Here we sit like we have many times
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| Familiar feeling
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| Hear the change of thousands pouring in
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| Yeah, dealers, bosses, white and black
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| There’s eyes that watch us over
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| If there is a hell, this must be it
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| Hope is all you started with
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| You’ve seen as you walk in
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| Doubtful they could be your friends
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| A game you can depend on
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| This wicked thing is sin
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| It’s ugly when you reach the end
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| The time is nonexistent
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| Stranger people stay insistent
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| You may win but do you win a thing?
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| Old hands now black from filthy money
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| Tickets from the pawn shops
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| Back tomorrow
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| Does this make much sense?
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| Hope is all you started with
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| You’ve seen as you walk in
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| Doubtful they could be your friends
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| A game you can depend on
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| This wicked thing is sin
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| It’s ugly when you reach the end
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| This town means nothing
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| This town will never grow
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| This town’s a ghost town
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| You really outta know
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| Wheels spin, the sounds of ringing
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| Pain inside my head
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| I think it’s better just to find the edge
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| It’s safe up here, I’m staying
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| I’d rather watch some other’s fail
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| Like a king up on this Copper Ledge |