We took the crowd,
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You were drunk and I was loud.
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We pulled a fast one zigzagging around.
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Made our way
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To a table straight away.
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And if you¡¯re able¡¦
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Baby, bet everything.
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You're going to lose
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But believe it or not you¡¯ll be highly amused
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'Cause what's it worth anyway?
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It's just another broken part.
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Give 'em your artificial heart.
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Pass the hat;
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chalk up a real debt. Fancy that!
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I fucking called it!
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Now we're on a roll.
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Lose some more.
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Show him it's worth dying for
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And play your favorite.
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Baby bet everything
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You're going to lose
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But believe it or not you'll be highly amused
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'Cause what's it worth anyway?
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It¡¯s just another broken part.
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Give 'em your artificial heart.
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Punched the floor
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And through the door.
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And baby, may I just say on a side note.
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Nothing's changed.
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(Just rearranged
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For you to fix.
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You're awesome at it).
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But these tricks
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Are just theatrics
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Wearing your battery out.
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So splash your face
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And put on that gown.
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It's a race and I'm heading back down.
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Baby, bet everything.
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You're going to lose
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But believe it or not you'll be highly amused
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Because what's it worth anyway?
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It's just another broken part
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And I just can't get the thing to start.
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Here is my artificial heart.
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Room 712, The Apache
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| Michael Penn |
