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There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."
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It's only because he's a-lonely
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If the keeper of time runs slowly
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He won't be alive for long!
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If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
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With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
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It means nothing!
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To the opium den and the barroom gin
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In the Belmont chair playing violins
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The gambler's face cracks into a grin
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As he lays down the king of spades
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But the dealer just stares
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There's something wrong here, he thinks
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The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
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And shot dead
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He only wanted more time
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Away from the darkest door
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But his luck it gave in
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As the dawn light crept in
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And he lay on the floor
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From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
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With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
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To all of the men who have stood with no fear
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In the service of the King
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Before you met your fate be sure you
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Did not forsake your lover
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May not be around anymore
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Card Cheat, The
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The Clash |