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Didn't learn a goddamn thing Is it only half way through Lent? This hundred bucks is getting awfully warm And it ain't going to the rent I want a chance for something more Or something different at least All I got's a shot at hope To get me through one more week Is it wrong to use that cash Her teeth are pretty straight Over under's at fifty four That one dude's groin is strained All I know about myself is nothing's ever enough Screw the payment on the truck and the rest of that boring stuff It's gamblin' time In Sam's Town I double down The bitch holds back my king The fucking horse dropped down in class She hasn't learned a goddamn thing I dream of jet black roulette wheels on a velvet ocean of green I hold the dice like wounded birds and then I set them free From Letras Mania