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All above board, |
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And we see nothing at all. |
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Clean and empty hands, |
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But still there's something lurking. |
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We believe you when you lie |
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Buy your word, then you deny, |
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Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry |
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You gamester, |
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You tell us our |
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Fortunes by your cards |
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And you're rubbing |
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Yourself deep |
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Into our wounds. |
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You gamester |
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You fool us |
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We watch your spinning wheel |
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And we scratch |
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And we itch, |
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And the longer it |
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Takes for us |
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To heal. |
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You promise ten birds |
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In the bush, |
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Each and every Sunday |
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Sell your letters of indulgence |
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We believe you when you lie |
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Buy your word, then you deny, |
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Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry |
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A cheater's armoury |
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All you've got |
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Is shifty eyes, |
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A black dress, |
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A false name. |
