| If pride was a mountain I’d be walking tall
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| But the valley down below is a deadly fall
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| And they say when it rains it pours
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| And now I’m standing here drenched to the core
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| I see my shadow and the lights are off
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| This darkness hits me here
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| The game is on and all the bets are off
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| I’m not hurting yet
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| Are you a gambler babe
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| Would you gamble on me
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| And is it really worth the air to be worth anything
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| When we were young wild and free
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| I will roll the dice
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| If you will roll the dice on me
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| You don’t have to fold on me
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| Play your slight of hand
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| Roll the dice on me
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| Give it time and walk it off
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| Don’t let it all come down to a rambling roll
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| And win or lose I’ve lost it all
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| When I get the need to be a rock not roll
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| Bringing on all these tears of rage that fall away from me
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| You can only call a spade a spade
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| So I guess it’s plain to see
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| That the odds are long
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| By a long shot it seems
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| And the games that I’ve been chasing got away from me
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| When we were young wild and free
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| I will roll the dice
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| If you still roll the dice on me
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| You don’t have to fold on me
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| Play your slight of hand
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| Roll the dice on me
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| Roll the dice on me |