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Playing cards with Judas |
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In the lounge of a Hotel |
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And I ask while we're playing |
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If he likes it there in Hell |
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Judas doesn't answer |
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He just laughs and plays his hand, |
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Lights another cigarette and turns toward the band |
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I have no missionary zeal, I say |
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No armies fighting sin |
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But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing |
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Until I win |
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I always loved the blues, he says, from behind that grin |
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Are you getting used to losing yet, girl? |
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I stack and deal them again |
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All our friends have good intentions, |
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But they're a thousand years too late |
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A few buildings and commandments |
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Won't save you from your fate. |
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I have no missionary zeal, I say, |
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No armies fighting sin |
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But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing |
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Until I win |
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Ahh... |
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I have no missionary zeal, I say |
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I don't believe in sin |
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But I'll keep playing, I'll keep playing |
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I'll keep playing |
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I'll keep playing |
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I'll keep playing |
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I'll keep playing |
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Until I win... |
