Here we sit like we have many times
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Familiar feeling
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Hear the change of thousands pouring in
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Yeah, dealers, bosses, white and black
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There's eyes that watch us over
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If there is a hell, this must be it
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Hope is all you started with
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You've seen as you walk in
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Doubtful they could be your friends
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A game you can depend on
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This wicked thing is sin
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It's ugly when you reach the end
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The time is nonexistent
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Stranger people stay insistent
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You may win but do you win a thing?
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Old hands now black from filthy money
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Tickets from the pawn shops
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Back tomorrow
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Does this make much sense?
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Hope is all you started with
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You've seen as you walk in
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Doubtful they could be your friends
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A game you can depend on
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This wicked thing is sin
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It's ugly when you reach the end
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This town means nothing
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This town will never grow
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This town's a ghost town
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You really outta know
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Wheels spin, the sounds of ringing
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Pain inside my head
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I think it's better just to find the edge
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It's safe up here, I'm staying
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I'd rather watch some other's fail
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Like a king up on this Copper Ledge
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Copper Ledge
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