| Sitting at the table losing every hand
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| And the cards come up the same
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| I keep thinking I’ll get lucky, something’s got to change
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| And I will catch a flame
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| I’m as cold as January, cursed as a Jonah
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| But I just can’t quit the game
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| Another round I am all in
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| I’ll beat the odds, someday I’ll win
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| Luck of the draw, out of my hands
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| Whatever comes, it’s up to chance
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| Wager it all, accept the deal
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| My fate is sealed
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| Gripped by an addiction
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| That is driving me to hell
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| But it’s easily encouraged, everybody all around me
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| Has the malady as well
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| We would rather take our chances, bet away the future
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| Than face up to the smell
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| Gamble away the moon and stars
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| The world to be that is not ours
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| Drunk with the lust for easy wealth
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| We’ll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves
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| We bet the farm, no turning back
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| Even or odd, on red or black
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| Our future is no longer ours
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| The outcome rests with higher powers
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| All bets are down, now spin the wheel
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| Our fate is sealed
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| Gamble away the moon and stars
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| The world to be that is not ours
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| Drunk with the lust for easy wealth
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| We’ll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves
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| We bet the farm, no turning back
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| Even or odd, on red or black
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| Our future is no longer ours
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| The outcome rests with higher powers
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| All bets are down, now spin the wheel
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| Our fate is sealed |