Some mornings I feel the dealer taking his shift,
But there isn't really much that I do.
You've gotta earn it. Because right now,
You've only got one thing coming for you.
Reservations were left on the table,
But you thought it was an appetite to hold back.
If you take away the swine that left,
Well, you have nothing to count on.
You are a silent film that kept the sound on,
Because you thought you were ready,
But the reel spun on like a violent storm
And your head spun with bloody eddies.
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