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I’m lost at what cost?
I’ve reached a new low, how far can I go?
I’m physically sick, it happened so quick.
I don’t understand, just one more hand.
I worked hard for a long time, the flip of a card,
another cool dime.
My entertainment I can’t let it go, I was up
and the star of the show.
As far as the money this is the end, I checked my balance
there’s no more to send.
Just make some more,
then settle the score.
I had a number in mind, I’ll leave this behind.
The number is zero, I’m not a hero.
I feed off the greed, it just makes me need.
This is not fun, what have I done?
I thought I was on a good run.
Now I feel ashamed, I lost at this game.
I have to admit that it’s time to quit.
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