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My life's on time, |
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But again my sense is late. |
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Feel a might unsteady, |
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But still I have to play. |
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Six to one's the odds, |
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And, we have the highest stakes. |
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And, once again I gamble with my very life today. |
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Highly polished metal, |
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The oil makes it gleam. |
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Fill the terror chamber, |
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Your mind begins to scream. |
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Your life is like a trigger, |
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Never trouble till you're squeezed. |
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Now you crack a smile, |
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As you give the gun a tease. |
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Place the piston down, |
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Now give the gun a spin. |
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Soon as the spinning stops, |
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Oh no, the game starts in. |
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A hateful way of vengeance, |
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A bit of playful sin. |
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Load another bullet, |
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Now the second round begins. |
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A couple grains of powder, |
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A couple grams of lead. |
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A touch against the trigger, |
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A touch inside the head. |
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Take another drink, and |
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Raise the last bets. |
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Think about my last words, |
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They might be what I just said. |
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A click comes from the hammer, |
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That couldn't drive a nail. |
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Sense the numbing cold blue, |
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Or the red of Hades' grill. |
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A fraction of a second, |
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Do you lose, or maybe still, |
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Pass it to the left, |
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And collect your mighty kill. |
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Add another bullet, |
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The third round begins. |
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Soon as the spinning stops, |
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Oh no, the game starts in. |
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Please, no I.O.U.'s, |
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No markers for death. |
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Does anybody play? Anybody, |
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Somebody, anybody play. |
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You, you, next victim, you next to die. |
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You, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die. |
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You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. |
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You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. |
