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[Verse 1]
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Three in the morning
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it's cold and it's dark
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and this game is about to start
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You haven't got a heart,
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have you, Spades?
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Considering all those people
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you've put into their graves
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It seems to me
those in the bourgeoisie
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are aiming to be
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the ones who run this town
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[Verse 2]
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Broken clocks, fading lives, and
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the Midnight Crew, here to play their hand
[Hook]
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So, how many of you are ready to watch your worlds fade to black?
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Doesn't matter, anyway --
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just thought I would ask
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out of courtesy, between you and me
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because Mr. Spades Slick won't be showing you any of that
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Mr. Spades Slick would rather stick a knife in your back
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I don't think you know
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what's really going on behind the scenes of this show
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