Shuffling through people like cards
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I can¡¯t find anyone to take my losing hand
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Winning streak left me high and dry
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A winning streak that slowly drains from the land
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I¡¯m hanging by a thread
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Foget me I pray to the day
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Tired of being stuck on a pin
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Forget me don¡¯t see me this way
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Jumping out of my skin
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Hanging by a thread
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Shuffling through people like cards
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Let them blow around like sand
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Maybe it¡¯ll uncover some beauty in their eyes
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Maybe it¡¯ll give me a place to breathe
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Maybe give me some room to stand
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I¡¯m hanging by a thread
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