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Farina |
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It's a long long way down to Reno Nevada |
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It's a long long way to your home |
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And the change in your pocket it's beginning to grumble |
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And you reap just about what you sow |
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You can walk down to street, pass your face in a window |
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Or go on foolin' around |
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You can work night and day, take a chance on promotion |
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Or fall through a hole in the ground. |
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Now there ain't no game like the game that you're playing |
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When you've got a little something to lose |
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And there ain't no time like the time that you're wasting |
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And you waste just about what you choose |
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There's a man at the table and you know he's been able |
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To return all the odds that you lay |
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But you can't feed your hunger and you ain't getting younger |
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And your tongue it's got nothing to say. |
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And it's a long long way down to Reno Nevada |
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It's a long long way to your home |
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And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble |
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And the sky up above you has grown |
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There's a time to be movin', a time to be groovin' |
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A time to climb up the wall |
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But the odds they've doubled and it ain't worth the trouble |
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And you're never going nowhere at all. |
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And it's a long long way down to Reno Nevada |
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It's a long long way to your home |
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And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble |
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And the sky up above you has grown |
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There's a man at the table and you know he's been able |
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To return all the odds that you lay |
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But you can't feed your hunger and you ain't getting younger |
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And your tongue it's got nothing to say. |
