| There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains
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| And a wheel in perpetual motion.
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| And they follow the races and pay out the gains
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| With no show of outward emotion.
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| And they think it will make their lives easier
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| For God knows up till now it’s been hard
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| But the game never ends when your whole world depends
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| On the turn of a friendly card.
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| No, the game never ends when your whole world depends
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| On the turn of a friendly card.
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| There’s a sign in the desert that lies to the west
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| Where you can’t tell the night from the sunrise.
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| And not all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
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| Have prevented the fall of the unwise.
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| For they think it will make their lives easier
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| And God knows up till now it’s been hard
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| But the game never ends when your whole world depends
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| On the turn of a friendly card.
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| No, the game never ends when your whole world depends
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| On the turn of a friendly card.
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| But a pilgrim must follow in search of a shrine
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| As he enters inside the cathedral… |