| Mischief in motion
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| Seemed innocent enough
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| Wild-eyed devotion
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| Now you can’t give it up
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| Back on your feet again
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| You call it luck
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| You’d justify anything
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| Rather than give it up
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| It should not have to be so hard
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| If you don’t see it in the cards
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| Lay them down, lay them down, lay them down
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| You don’t need them any more
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| Lay them down, lay them down, lay them down
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| The only prayer the gambler prays
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| Is that his face won’t show his hand
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| He’s perfected a way
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| To shut out everything
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| There’s a fire where the children are
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| But you refuse to see the flames
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| They try to warn you baby
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| But you won’t leave your game
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| You can’t think of folding your hand
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| You can’t think of walking away
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| Not 'till you win one more game
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| Then you won’t need it any more
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| Won’t need any more |