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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 |
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No body takes me seriously |
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Guess that's the way it was meant to be |
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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 |
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For rolling the dice, that's the price I pay |
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It's the price I pay, uh |
