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The Will Callers
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House Of Falling Cards
Money on the table, can it fit in my palm Red or green velvet, I've played them all Dealer shoots a cold glance over my way Pit boss is glaring, maybe not today Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Cashed in my chips And retired to my room Laid down to rest not a moment too soon It's not the stress that's begun to take its toll It's the grip that all this trouble has on my soul Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
And I thought I'd never have to worry Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I thought I'd make it out alive
Brought up in light but shown a darker path Spent all my looking at the better half If I could go back, I don't know that I would I never really did those things I knew I should
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
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