There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains
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And a wheel in perpetual motion
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And they follow the races and pay out the gains
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With no show of an outward emotion
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And they think it will make their lives easier
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For God knows up till now it's been hard
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But the game never ends when your whole world depends
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On the turn of a friendly card
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No the game never ends when your whole world depends
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On the turn of a friendly card
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There's a sign in the desert that lies to the west
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Where you can't tell the night from the sunrise
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And not all the king's horses and all the king's men
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Have prevented the fall of the unwise
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And they think it will make their lives easier
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For God knows up till now it's been hard
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But the game never ends when your whole world depends
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On the turn of a friendly card
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No the game never ends when your whole world depends
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On the turn of a friendly card
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But a pilgrim must follow in search of a shrine
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As he enters inside the cathedral...
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The Turn Of A Friendly Card
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| The Alan Parsons Project |
