His whole life rest on the tableThe game's worth betting
The shimmering on the water leaves the outline of a
Two days pass byAll the while with the wind and
I own the fireI own the womanI shot the lynxWith
Step back my weary oneLook at what you were and
Near the town where I had grown upThere was a
His head is kinda achin'Too many cigarettes and too much
How many times must I tell youTell you to leave
In the struggle of surviving life there is but one
Somewhere somebody is sometimesThinking something 'bout somebody elseSomehow, w'
Young boy soldier's got everything he needsHe's got a gun
You walk the earth for simple pleasuresYou're a little green
Come take a look inside my head!Where there used to
You must know how it feels to belongYes you, the
I don't need no publisherI don't need no record labelI
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