Turn of a card, roll of a die,
Dreams to dust in seconds.
The streets are paved with broken hopes,
And hearts beyong repair.
Spare change brings the sweet taste of salvation
To those who are so lucky.
A sinister shroud descends upon
These desolate masses.
Everybody's gotta die sometime,
And each man prays to God that he is next.
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