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Sometimes i think of leaning over a bit,

then i ask myself, why quit?

when life turns to shit i make it golden,

i'm never holdin, in poker never foldin,

show her i'm golden, no need to pity,

just a need for you to be here with me,

if this lasts to fifty i'll tell my kids,

of the girl of my dreams, of one last kiss,

never tell the missus about this girl i'm missin,

tell her she's the one, whisperin lies and kissin,

at night go to my prison of all the big ones,

all the girls i wished, all their big guns,

so many big sums that add up to nothing,

but temporary touchin, public kissin and blushin,

smilin, is it nothing? something feels astray,

since the day you changed and flew away.