Two swans in front of his eyes
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Colored balls in front of his eyes
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It's number one for his Kelly's eye
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Treble-six right over his eye
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A big shot's voice in his ears
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Worlds of silence in his ears
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All the numbers account for years
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Checks the cards through eyes of tears
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Bingo-Master's Breakout!
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All he sees is the back of chairs
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In the mirror, a lack of hairs
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A light room, which he fills out
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Hear the players all shout
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Bingo-Master's Breakout!
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A glass of lager in his hand
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Silver microphone in his hand
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Wasting time in numbers and rhyme
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One hundred blank faces buy
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Bingo-Master's Breakout!
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Came the time he flipped his lid
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Came the time he flipped his lid
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Holiday in Spain fell through
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Players put it down to
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Bingo-Master's Breakout
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A hall full of cards left unfilled
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Ended his life with wine and pills
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There's a grave somewhere only partly filled
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A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads
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Bingo-Master's Breakout
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BINGO-MASTER'S BREAKOUT
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| The Fall |
