You're my flesh and blood
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But we're not the same
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a common name
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and now
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a common distance
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I looked up to you
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in your plush armchair
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respect or fear
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I couldn't see the difference
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Lay your wager down
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Who'll be king in Tinsel Town?
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`Cause all the prophets and the gypsies
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on the strip in Venice Beach
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Have looked me in the eye
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and said, "Your dreams still lie in reach"
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and who am I to doubt them
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and who are you
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to write these speeches?
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Is it my poverty
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That brings a blush to you?
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Or the honesty
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that speaks the mind
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that comes with it
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Were you once a man
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with younger eyes
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a hungry pride
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that would not feel
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resistance?
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Lay your wager down
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They're crowning the king in Tinsel Town
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There are strangers, there are lovers
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out on Fairfax in a line
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They look me in the eye
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and say "Our thoughts are intertwined"
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and who am I to doubt them?
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And who are you to tear down
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these signs?
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Lay Your Wager Down
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| Ellis Paul |
