| I knew when you walked in the room
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| That something was different about your stride
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| Oh a gambling man you always were
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| But those ole snake eyes they won
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| Bets are off
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| Can you deal with
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| Your hands
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| That I once held in mine
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| Now I don’t wanna touch them
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| For fear I’ll bleed
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| In this sport there’s a crook and a thief
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| And you’ve become both
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| More
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| How’d they do what they done to you
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| The pride that you stole
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| The man made less whole
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| And you were the one who
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| Was cryin
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| Well I followed you out on the deck
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| At least if you felt just a little sick
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| But a one eyed jack easily winks
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| Oh, and your poor little me card
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| Will never bring you back
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| From where you have buried your soul
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| And I’m not gonna find it
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| It’s deep in red
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| You have tried to pretend you’re the same
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| But I’ve called your bluff
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| More
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| How’d they do what they done to you
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| The pride that you stole
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| The man made less whole
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| And you were the one who
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| Was cryin
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| For more
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| How’d they do what they done to you
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| The shame that he felt
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| Was a notch on your belt
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| And you were the one you |
| Was cryin
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| Cryin
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| Crownless
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| Sits a king with his head
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| Upon his very own lap it rests
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| Shuffling till his knees hit the floor
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| Oh God there must be
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| More
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| How’d they do what they done to you
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| The pride that you stole
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| The man made less whole
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| And you were the one who was cryin
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| For more
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| How’d they do what they done to you
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| The shame that he felt
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| Was a notch on your belt
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| And you were the one who was cryin
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| Well oh don’t you cry
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| The game must go on
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| You can never fold
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| And you’ll be one who’s left
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| Cryin |