His whole life rest on the tableThe game's worth betting
The shimmering on the water leaves the outline of a
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'
I remember way back whenWe'd walk barefoot in the sandNothing
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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