when the chips are down
how we threw it all away all
our chips on the roll of a die
the croupier pushed the sun our way
and we drank to the stars’ wide eye
so many roads yet we never ever guessed
were running towards the same old end
after you my friend before you my friend
were we ever at the beginning of this our end
go on why not have another throw of the dice
for a happy ending would be ever so nice
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