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(strummer/jones) |
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There's a solitary man crying, 'hold me.' |
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It's only because he's a-lonely |
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If the keeper of time runs slowly |
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He won't be alive for long! |
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If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned |
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With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? |
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It means nothing! |
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To the opium den and the barroom gin |
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In the belmont chair playing violins |
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The gambler's face cracks into a grin |
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As he lays down the king of spades |
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But the dealer just stares |
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There's something wrong here, he thinks |
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The gambler is seized and forced to his knees |
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And shot dead |
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He only wanted more time |
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Away from the darkest door |
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But his luck it gave in |
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As the dawn light crept in |
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And he lay on the floor |
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From the hundred year war to the crimea |
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With a lance and a musket and a roman spear |
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To all of the men who have stood with no fear |
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In the service of the king |
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Before you met your fate be sure you |
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Did not forsake your lover |
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May not be around anymore |
