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gold teeth, slight of hand steal away to a northern town there upon a wishing well a fathers son, a mother's hell and I knowthose were the cards for me those were the cards for me, uh huh well I learned it fast and I cut it clean turned like a cog in a vast machine and I know those were the cards for me those were the cards for me I had it once, but I lost the trail I might get better but I won't get well those were the cards for me those were the cards for me I know what's right I've done my time I know what's right I wont' change my mind one more chance to match the pieces you can't believe the odds I'm up against one roll of the dice and I'm up again one roll of the dice Aus Songtexte Mania