| Close your eyes and roll a dice
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| Under the board there’s a compromise
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| If after all we only live twice
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| Which life is the runroad to paradise
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| Don’t say a word
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| Here comes the break of the day
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| In while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
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| Close your eyes and make a bet
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| Faced to the glare of the sunset
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| This is about as far as we get
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| You haven’t seen me disguised yet
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| Don’t say a word
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| Here comes the break of the day
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| In while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
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| Close your eyes and make a wish
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| Under the stone there’s a stone-fish
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| Hold your breath, then roll the dice
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| It might be the runroad to paradise
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| Don’t say a word
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| Here comes the break of the day
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| In while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end
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| Don’t say a word
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| Here comes the break of the day
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| In while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May |