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Well, beggars can't be choosers. |
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But winners can be losers. |
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Now you're all dressed up. |
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With nowhere to go. |
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Just let the good times roll. |
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As the night unfolds. |
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You're like a loaded gun. |
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You're on the run. |
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You are all alone. |
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And there's no more bets. |
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You're in the danger zone. |
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This is Russian roulette. |
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Eye for an eye. |
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Life on the street. |
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I've got some humble pie. |
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For you to eat. |
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Try it again. |
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It's no sweat. |
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Try it my friend. |
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It's Russian roulette. |
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It's Russian roulette. |
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I can see you laughing now. |
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But you'll cry much later. |
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Cause I hold the power of your fate. |
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The bullet is in the chamber. |
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But now you are feeling strange. |
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You can't be very wise. |
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Cause this is suicide. |
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You are all alone. |
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And there's no more bets. |
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You're in the danger zone. |
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This is Russian roulette. |
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Eye for an eye. |
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Life on the street. |
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I've got some humble pie. |
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For you to eat. |
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Try it again. |
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It's no sweat. |
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Try it my friend. |
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It's Russian roulette. |
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It's Russian roulette. [guitar solo] |
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You are all alone. |
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And there's no more bets. |
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You're in the danger zone. |
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This is Russian roulette. |
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Eye for an eye. |
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Life on the street. |
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I've got some humble pie. |
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For you to eat. |
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Try it again. |
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It's no sweat. |
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Try it my friend. |
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It's Russian roulette. |
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It's Russian roulette |
