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It's a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada |
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And a long, long way to your home |
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But the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble |
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And you reap just about what you've sown |
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You can walk down the street, pass your face in the window |
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You can stop fooling around |
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You can work day and night, take a chance on promotion |
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You can fall through a hole in the ground |
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Now there ain't no game like the one you been playing |
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When you got a little something to lose |
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And there ain't no time like the the time you been 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 ain't got nothing to say |
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It's a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada |
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And a long, long way to your home |
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But the ground underneath you is 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 moving and a time to be grooving |
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And a time just for climbing the wall |
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But the odds have been doubled, and it ain't worth the trouble |
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And you're never going nowhere at all |
