| You got your ticket and your hotel keys
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| And your overnight bag at your feet
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| You’re looking down on the tropical trees
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| While the Spanish maids pick up the sheets
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| Conquistador in search of gold
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| For all the jackdaw reasons
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| The Midas shadow that’s so hard to please
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| And follows wherever you go
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| Nothing ventured, nothing gained they said
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| So you played for the winner takes all
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| And tossed the dice high up and craned your head
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| To see how the numbers would fall
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| You stole the game so easily
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| Your luck ran with the seasons
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| But still the shadow that the night won’t free
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| Just follows wherever you go
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| Another day, another boarding card
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| As you wait for your seat on the 'plane
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| The movie runs but you’re still working hard
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| And you don’t touch your food or champagne
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| I know that when your well runs dry
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| You’ll want to know the reason
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| The empty night will bring you no reply
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| As it follows wherever you go |