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Your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying
That you need two gamblers
For this game you're playing
And I might want you
Ya, but, I don't need you

And you won't sleep in my bed
And you won't sleep in my bed
And you won't sleep in my bed
Anymore

It seemed like a dead-end even when I was seven
To sing for this country
With your hands up to heven
'Cause God was dead then
Ya, and he's never been back again

And I don't think about it
And I don't think about it
And I don't think about it
Anymore

It's a gamble and your fingers burn
From the last time that you flew and bled
And the shadows that you walk around
Will still be there when the sun goes down
Venus fly-trap twenty years now

Check the track-sheet when you're all alone
Sunday morning, a pistol by my phone
It's a gamble and your fingers burn
From the last time that you flew and bled
And the shadows that you walk around
Will still be there when the sun goes down
Venus fly-trap
Twenty years now

The chance is just as fat
As a union bureaucrat
That the life you wanna live
Ain't the one you're lookin' at
There's more risk in a brain cell
Than any Vegas hotel

When you can't find the pit-boss
When you can't find the pit-boss
When you can't find the pit-boss
Anywhere

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