| Late night, low lights, the air is thick
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| And your throat is dry
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| Bar girl, hair curled, neon lit
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| Liquor on the side
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| Playing dirty money
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| This is the place to find
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| No turning back, though
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| Once you step inside
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| Cards dealt, hands held, give nothing away
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| Divert everyone’s eye
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| Hands wet, brow sweat, tempting fate
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| Stakes running high
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| You’ll need luck up your sleeve
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| If you wanna stay alive
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| Because the rules are — there are none
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| If you can’t pay on time
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| Don’t you ever talk about it to anyone
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| Oh, you have to believe
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| Don’t get in above your head, now, with nowhere to run
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| Don’t get in, don’t get in too deep
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| Don’t get in above your head, now
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| Don’t get in too deep
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| Oh, too much is not enough
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| Thought you were on a roll
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| But you’ve been caught out with your guard down
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| The hand they dealt you they know
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| And you’re whisky talkin'
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| You’re out of control
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| It’s too late for walkin'
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| You got nowhere to go, to go
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| Don’t you ever talk about it to anyone
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| Just pay up what’s agreed
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| You know you’re in above your head, now, with nowhere to run
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| You know you’re in too deep
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| Don’t you ever talk about it to anyone
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| Oh, you have to believe
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| 'Cause you’re in above your head, now, with nowhere to run
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| You know you’re in, you know you’re in too deep
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| You know you’re in too deep |