Nothing left.

Theres nothing left to say that’s nice, cause me always to think twice, thrice before I roll the dice and check-out on my luck. I wonder what will be in store, will we fly or hit the floor. I guess you’ll never know, unless you take the roll. Or will you pass up that turn cause you think your luck be burnt?

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