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The Number 12 Looks Like You
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Light the way,
The pot of gold waits for hands, for my hands. Diamonds unleashed on three men.
One spin two lights three sounds

A sphere to determine my fate.
Second twelve to triple up, sit and wait.
All you can eat $13.95
The lounge act is really good tonight.
Look into the faces of these Roman gods.
As they lead you to the floral patterned paradise.
Moving without walking, in all directions, mandatory currency change.
Snake eyes and boxcars on green felt, royalty on sailboats.
In the old west, there'll be a showdown at the taj tonight.
Circular patterns, of baked clay.

Take my throne aside,
the one-eyed jack on the button first to act shuffle my checks with my right.

Reading super system in my mind
What would Doyle Brunson do.
Possible straight draw on the board
The action comes to push my life.
Under the eye from above
One last hope that he will lay it down to this he noticed my tell calls my bluff.

Back to the automatic dispenser of paper so I can dream again

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