| It’s a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada
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| It’s a long, long way to your home
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| And the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble
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| And you reap just about what you’ve sown
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| You can walk down the street, pass your face in the window
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| You can go on fooling around
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| You can work night and day, take a chance on promotion
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| You can fall through a hole in the ground
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| Well there ain’t no game like the game that you’re playing
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| When you got a little something to lose
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| And there ain’t no time, like the time you been wasting
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| And you waste just about what you choose
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| There’s a man at the table and you know he’s been able
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| To return all the odds that you lay
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| But you can’t feed your hunger and you ain’t getting younger
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| Your tongue ain’t got nothing to say
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| It’s a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada
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| It’s a long, long way to your home
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| And the ground underneath you is beginning to crumble
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| And the sky up above you has grown
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| There’s a time to be grieving and a time to be screaming
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| And a time just to stroll the wall
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| But you ain’t got the double, and it ain’t worth the trouble
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| Your feet are going nowhere at all |