Aldo's standing at his table
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And he's wondering if he's able
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To pick the number right this time
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He watches as the wheel stops spinning
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Sees the number that is winning
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As he reaches for his glass of wine
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Once he starts it's hard to stop
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He's keepin'up a pace like a tight wound clock
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Be sure you don't step in his way
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He'll keep those numbers rolling
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This may be his last day.
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As all the bets are taken
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Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin'
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From carnation right to the ground
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He knows tonight holds one last chance
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'n gives the wheel a final glance
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Slippery fingers drop the money down
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Once he starts it's hard to stop
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He's keepin'up a pace like a tight wound clock
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And as he leaves the table, [Female voice: "...better luck today?"]
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You can rest assured
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He's comin' back to try again
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Wind him up, he can't stop
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He's wound up tight just like the clock
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That's winding its second hand Down
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Wind him up, he can't stop
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He keeps on going 'round the clock
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He's winding his second hand Down
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Wind him up, he won't stop
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He's wound up tight just like the clock
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That's winding its second hand Down
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Wind him up, he won't stop
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He keeps on going 'round the clock
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That's winding its second hand Down
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Wind him up, he can't stop
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He's wound up tight just like the clock
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That's winding its second hand Down
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Wind him up, he can't stop
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He keeps on going 'round the clock
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He's winding his second hand-
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Wind Him Up
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| Saga |
