| Who knows what you’ll find when you look inside?
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| Haunted beach, roll the dice
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| The zombies in the corner aren’t amused
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| Play the part of the blushing bride
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| Tame the horse and take it for a ride
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| This thread of consolation comes loose
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| I could’ve been a hero, I could’ve been a zero
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| I could’ve been nothing, I could’ve been bluffing
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| And if I am unable, tell him that I’ll try
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| But underneath the table
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| I will spin the wheel and hope for gold
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| I’ve seen the road and I’ve seen it hide
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| Out of view, cloaked by night
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| I want my forty acres in the sun
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| Bitter winds come in from the north
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| My spirit dims, but I feel the force
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| «No longer in my hands,» I say to you
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| I could’ve been a hero, I could’ve been a zero
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| I could’ve been nothing, I could’ve had something
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| And if I am unable, tell him that I’ll try
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| But underneath the table
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| I will spin the wheel and hope for gold
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| Oh, and where it stops, nobody knows
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| Could’ve been, would’ve been, should’ve should’ve been
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| Could’ve been, would’ve been
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| Would’ve been, should’ve been, I could’ve been
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| I could’ve been a hero, I could’ve been a zero
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| I could’ve been nothing, I could’ve been something
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| Could’ve been all these things
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| And if I am unable, tell him that I’ll try
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| Underneath the table
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| Hope for gold
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| Where it stops, nobody knows |