| Sitting on the tarmac getting ready to roll
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| Didn’t sleep a wink the whole night before
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| Wondering how they get this chunck of metal in the sky
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| And all I wanna do is pull my shade down and die
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| I get tired sometimes when it’s that kind of game
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| I’ve made my bed and I’m lying in it every day
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| It could be worse, I know it could
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| But I can’t tell you it’s bad when it’s good
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| So I say
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| Rolling the dice, it’s the price I pay
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| Sometimes wish I’d never learned to play that guitar
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| 'Til I turn around and see the size of my car
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| 'Cos if the truth be known I’m not a hit with the girls
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| And it’s murder living up to all the stories they’ve heard
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| Just an ordinary guy, with a strange old job
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| Getting paid to behave, like a juvenille slob, yes I am No body takes me seriously
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| Guess that’s the way it was meant to be Like I said
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| For rolling the dice, it’s the price I pay
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| It’s the prize I pay, uh yeah
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| Never used to worry what the future would bring
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| But how long can I really keep on doing my thing?
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| I’ll be like an addict trying to quit his stuff, yes I will
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| But it’s sad but it’s true, it’s a labour of love
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| Guess I’ll have to retire to the south of Spain
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| Teeing off with the wife I forget about the rain
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| So when it’s slipping away from me
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| I’ll rather be a slave to eternity
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| Like I said
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| For rolling the dice, it’s the price I pay, yes it is For rolling the dice, that’s the price I pay
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| It’s the price I pay, uh |