| Lately I’ve been propping up
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| The same bar every night
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| Drink the same pint from the same dirty line
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| I’m treading water in-between the paths
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| Where all the dead ends die
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| In such a small town for much smaller minds
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| High fives for love lives
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| And the only retribution for a future
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| Oh so bleak
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| Is laying down the hand your dealt
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| And betting everything
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ll put it all on black tonight
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ve been living on the edge a knife
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| It’s time to roll the dice
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| Save me, I’ve lucked out growing up
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| My hands are tied
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| I’m bored and bled and though
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| I’ve shared a bed with most my friends
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| It’s anybody’s guess
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| Who’ll marry who in the end
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| Maybe I, should fall in line and let my urges die
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| Is it too much to ask to let me leave this all
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| Behind and another way
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| 'Cos I’m not working 9 to 5 another fucking day
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ll put it all on black tonight
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ve been living on the edge a knife
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| It’s time to roll the dice
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| This is everything I want and more
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| I’ve taken punches and I’ve kissed the floor
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| This dead end town won’t drag me down
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| To where I lay before
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| I’m digging up my roots
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ll put it all on black tonight
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| We’ve got everything to prove
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| We’ve been living on the edge a knife
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| It’s time to roll the dice |