| My life’s on time, but again my sense is late
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| Feel a might unsteady, but still I have to play
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| Six to one’s the odds and we have the highest stakes
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| Once again I gamble with my very life today
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| Highly polished metal, the oil makes it gleam
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| Fill the terror chamber, your mind begins to scream
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| Your life is like a trigger, never trouble 'til you’re squeezed
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| Now you crack a smile as you give the gun a tease
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| Place the pistol down, now give the gun a spin
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| Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in
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| A hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin
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| Load another bullet, the second round begins
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| A couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead
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| A touch against the trigger, a touch inside the head
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| Take another drink and raise the last bets
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| Think about my last words, they might be what I just said
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| A click comes from the hammer that couldn’t drive a nail
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| Sense the numbing cold blue or the red of Hades' grill
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| A fraction of a second, do you lose, or maybe still?
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| Pass it to the left, and collect your mighty kill
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| Add another bullet, the third round begins
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| Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in
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| Please, no IOUs, no markers for death
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| Does anybody play? |
| Anybody? |
| Somebody? |
| Anybody play?
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| You, you, next victim
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| You, next to die
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| You, you, next victim
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| You, your turn to die
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| You, come on, next victim
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| You, your turn to die
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| You, come on, next victim
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| You, your turn to die
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| You… die! |