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I¢„ve got a few true friends making stakes by my side
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Give me the odds. Odds don¢„t mean a thing to me
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We slam the door behind
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Heading for year 99
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Taking back the ground like chronic thieves
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Dont like the pace cuz it¢„s so slow
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We make our stakes in a shabby casino
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And all these people, I have seen them grow
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I¢„ve seen them come back in a row
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And so we hope for a seven
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And as the dices stop the role
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We¢„re patiently waitin¢„
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And so we hope for a seven
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That¢„s how we do it
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We¢„re accelerating
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And as the dices are rolling, bouncing on the floor
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they¢„re making way thru a layer of dust
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And now I understand
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As the dices left my hand
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Got nothing to rely on but trust
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Seven
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| Bombshell Rocks |
