| You got your trouble, I got my own
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| And look how it takes to the warmth of your home
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| You can’t wait you’re all ready to go
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| Out in the cold wind, out in the snow
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| There’s cards on the table, cards in your hand
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| Some people take more, I’m gonna stand
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| The bent edge of the diamond queen
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| Just slipped out from inside your open sleeve
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| Waiting a long time, possibly still
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| For what few find, most never will
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| Waiting to find what sets you free
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| Until then, what needs must be
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| What more, yeah what more
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| They ask is there
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| And I tell myself
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| No need to care
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| Waiting a long time, possibly still
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| For what few find, most never will
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| Waiting to find what sets you free
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| Until then, what needs must be |