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By: jimmy buffett 1971 Hardly seems a long time Just a minute of the day But the man who stood beside me More than gave himself away The food stain on
Now this town is full of guys Who think they're mighty wise Just because they know a thing or two You can see them everyday Strolling up and down Broadway
Could this be true? Could this be me? The one who kept himself so high and free Caught up in the highest game of all And all my defenses tumble and fall
(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson) I see tha anger in the back of your eyes I know the vengeance running through your mind You're up on the
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Sad times may follow your tracks Bad times may bar you from sak's At times when Satan in slacks Breaks down your self control Maybe, as often it goes
You've got to have an ace in the hole A little secret that nobody knows Life is a gamble, a game we all play But you need to save something for a rainy
Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands The rakes are in the halls The dugs are in t' the
Ace on an unbroken line ace of hearts Mariner of the time another ace of hearts Sweet possessions of cards that you take From each victoria box that you
Joao Monge ? Alfredo Duarte Era um mago da sueca era doutor / Tinha as manhas do encarte no olhar / Nao havia em seca e meca e ao redor / Quem o batesse
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Chorus: You've got to have an ace in the hole A little secret that nobody knows Life is a gamble a game we all play but you need to save something for
i see tha anger in the back of your eyes i know the vengeance running through your mind you're up on the cross with a heart full of nails hanging your
I seem to have severed everything From ties to knots I've bound But no matter how articulated Words could not have reached salvation Cast me to this lonely
[Music: Hirotsugu Homma, Lyrics: Kayla Ritt] Traveling through the world With these gypsies I sing to the crowds Like a well oiled machine I give to
tonight i am gambling with my sentiment tonight i am gambling with my repentance deny i am losing in a crowded room to a gambler in a crown of thorns
[Pete Nice] Ace is the place with the helpful hardware Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare [MC Serch] Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite