The Bar was dark, quiet and still
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And nothing could be heard
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The dust lay undisturbed
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At a table near the back, underneath a fan
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Two men shared a joka about the normal folk
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The cards are on the table
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The winners takes it all
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The game is nearly over
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One man about to fall
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I don't believe in heaven
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I don't believe in hell
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I don't believe what I'm seeing
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This is no game, can't you tell
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"I'm calling your bluff" the first man said
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"The people went to war, they always wanted more
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How could I ever fail to lose
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They can't take it any more, they want to end the score"
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The second man showed his hand
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Some walked barefoot across the land
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Many have seen the future
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And are doing the best they can
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CHORUS
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The clock ticked past the final hour
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Which of the men had lost? and what was the cost?
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The glasses now were empty and gone
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To wash away the shame, and take away the pain
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One man left the table
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The other, head in hands
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Paid the bill for the defeated
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the only thing left that stands
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CHORUS
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