Песня: Fruit Machine You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me Has turned into your broken tragedy
You've hit the bottom one hundred times before Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more You thought you could turn and walk away Taking chances that weren't yours to take Win, I don't think so my foolish boy Watch the next one taking all the joy Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around Where's the money? Can't hear that clinking
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