Casino Blues
cursing your fate, leaving that casino,
you zoom away in your glistening limo;
it seems you've been on a long, losing streak,
feeling down, down, like some hearbroken freak,
wishing you were that drunk, carefree hobo,
nothing to win or lose, anywhere you go.
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