on the road to the good times
A friend in those shiny light bar of days
you would pack your bags and go
Oh, if I were a friend of mine
All the changes within you
You say revenge can be so sweet
But you'll end up counting sheep alone
You only play the game when
there's no chance of losing
You play the game to your own rules
And you always win hands down
Yes, you always win hands
I hear you're back in town,
with your laughing and joking
You're fooling some people,
And it's plain enough to see,
we can't have what used to be
Cause I've heard all your lines once before
maybe someday I'll see you
For we both know what went wrong,
it's not even worth a song
Oh, farewell, the friend of mine
You only play the game when
there's no chance of losing
You play the game to your own blues
And you always win hands down
Yes, you always win hands down
You were a friend of mine,
on the road to the good times
A friend in those shiny light far off days
you would pack your bags and go
Oh, they were the friend of mine
You only play the game when
there's no chance of losing
You play the game to your own move
And you always win hands down
Cause you play the game to your own mood
You only play the game when
there's no chance of losing
You play the game to your own mood
And you always win hands down
Yes, you always win hands down
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