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Wipes a little space at the window |
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Still can't see too well |
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And he spits into his hand |
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Not for luck anymore |
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Not for luck anymore |
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Chorus |
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Plan to fill it in |
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Empty my spirit over anyway |
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All the bets are in |
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I'm saving my ticket for then |
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I'm saving my ticket for then |
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Always expecting the worst |
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My mouth cracked open spit out a curse |
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Well timed and well rehearsed |
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And that's no suprise |
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And that's no suprise |
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Chorus |
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They rock back and forth on their heels |
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He cuts, she deals |
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They're not comfortable with how this feels |
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No matter now |
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No matter now |
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Chours |
