the last thing that i want to do right now
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is scream one more line
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about the words that fall from your mouth
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landing somewhere just short of my feet
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some long, sad, boring list of let downs
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that i have talked about a thousand times before
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some spark i thought i saw in you
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needed to see in you
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wished i could see in you
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but was just a damn bluff
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i threw away aces and you showed me deuces
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the key is having the guts to raise with
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the second highest hand
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i have spent so much time
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folding bad cards and eating my words
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i?e said some awful things to some real good people
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that now i no longer have a problem admitting when i am wrong
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and can just sit back and wait for the next deal to come
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and if the worst thing in my life
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is long-ass rides and hug filled good-byes
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and i can still be mystified
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by pretty smiles, crushes and mix tapes
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then i guess things really aren? so bad
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and i have never known much about silver linings
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but i can look around this van and see
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five faces that breath life into me
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kings full of jacks
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splash my chips across the table
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take my shot
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i? all in
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Ante Up
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Bane |