I got shot off my horse
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So what? I'm up again
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And playing
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In one of these
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Big saloons on main
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You can come up here
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Take a look
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Around these sinners' dens
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You're only ever going to find
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One or two real games
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Nobody's driving
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Me underground
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Not yet anyway
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But either on the strip
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Or on the edge of town
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Everybody pays
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Everybody pays to play
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Yeah, you ought to stay
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Right where you are
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In sawdust land
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It's probably the
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Safest place to be
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With your
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Greasy little pork pies
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And your shoestring hands
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It makes
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No difference to me
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All those directions
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Which we never took
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To go our different ways
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Who went and wrote
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The oldest story in the book?
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Everybody pays
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Everybody pays to play
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Curl up inside
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A boxcar dream
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And disappear
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With a couple
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Low roller friends
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You were never one
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For trouble
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So get out of here
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I knew the game
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Was dangerous back then
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But nobody's breezing
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Through these swinging doors
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Just ups and walks away
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Everybody has to leave
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Some blood here on the floor
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Everybody pays
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Everybody pays to play
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Everybody Pays
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| Mark Knopfler |
