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Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes |
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He gives for what he's got |
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And what he's got he says he has not |
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Stolen from anyone |
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It's not that he don't tell the truth |
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Or even that he misspent his youth |
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It's just that he holds the proof |
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But you feel there's something's wrong |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet |
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Against the odds he smokes another cigarette |
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Says that it helps him to forget |
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That he's a nervous wreck |
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It's not that he misses much |
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Or even that he's lost his lucky touch |
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It's just that he gambles so much |
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And you know that it's wrong |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting just to catch your eye |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Try to say i told you i told you |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting just to get you |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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To say i told you |
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Waiting for an alibi |
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Waiting for an alibi |
