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The lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the dude speaker/He adjusts the microphone the voice, and when it comes, it is strong.) The Confidence Man)/
 He's not a robber with a gun and mask, He's smoother than silk, a velvet task/ a wanna be hipster and grifter, mean and selfish, a con man to the end/

 The confidence man, a whisper in the night, Stealing your dreams in broad daylight/ He deals in deception, a master of disguise, mirroring your desires in his chameleon eyes/
 He's the silver tongue, the charming rogue, he makes you feel bold, planting seeds of trust when the day comes to night/
 He’ll bring out your worst, the things you hide, hoping to win at the lottery, gambling/borrowing for more money than you need/

 Greed,  the con man, will feed it  in you and watch it grow/ whispering secrets that only you  know/You feel  Fear inside, this may not be for  real/ as you hand over your money/to  become a  puppet on a trembling string/


 He pulls it tight, a chilling, haunting thing you can’t sleep at night/you feel the  Insecurity, a cracked and fragile shell. He shatters it into pieces, sending you screaming into a deep hell/
 (Voice drops, becomes a guttural rumble) I'm the fixer man, I’m here  to help/ Midnight roll to good times/ has your tight money got the blues/ let’s roll the big six...  but wait a minute man, Your bank account is gone/I can’t help you (Voice returns to its original strength, tinged with a chilling awareness)Con man  Gil B. Shift dangles the promise, a gilded, empty cage, of riches untold/
 No risk, he swears, his lies are of a  sweet light/
 Just a simple transfer, to make everything right/
 He knows your weakness, the itch to be more, to seize the moment, to be much more/ He's a predator in a tailored suit, with a skull-walking cane/this conman wears black shiny black boots and a diamond in his front tooth that shines so bright/
 Preying on ambition, bearing stacks of joy/ So beware the charmer, the one who sees you, the one who knows your hopes, and laughs at you when your dreams go up in smoke/ For the confidence man is among us, still, he is a silent swindler, ready to fill… He pockets your hard-earned life’s cash/, leaving you down and broke/ He took all the money from your savings trust/that burned a hole in you like a bonfire burning on a hill
 No tears can take away a lesson learned/  (Lights fade to black)
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