You keep playing me like a fruit machine
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Putting in change systematically
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Winning streak that you had over me
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Has turned into your broken tragedy
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Turn your pockets out onto the street
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Now you see you've spent it all on me
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You see my true colours and i sing
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Your skin is a pair of sympathies
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You've hit the bottom one hundred times before
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Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
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You thought you could turn and walk away
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Taking chances that weren't yours to take
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Win, I don't think so my foolish boy
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Watch the next one taking all the joy
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Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
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Where's the money? Can't hear that clinking sound
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
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You keep playing me like a fruit macine
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Overstretch your generosity
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Thought of bandits leading you astray
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The little we had, you've thrown it all away
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Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a roll)
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Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a low)
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Go! Go! Go! Go!
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You find it hard to stop now
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You're running like a steam train
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Oh I like the way that you do that
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching
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Ka-ching, Ka-ching
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You keep playing me like a fruit machine x4
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Fruit Machine
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The Ting Tings |