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Every Chance

 

Today was desperate

Tomorrow's out of your grasp

 

Give it everything you got

Every chance is your last

 

Memorizing pieces of plot

Don't help the act

 

Curtain comes down

On your sleight of hand

 

If you could change anything 

You'd ask for a cigarette and a mask

 

Is that a second-line you hear

Every chance is your last

 

The girl appears

With nothing in her hands

 

Directing you to the door 

Behind the magician

 

Feel the cut of the saw

Hear the audience gasp

 

You're back on the street

Torn by the past

 

Ordering scotch

Facing a painting of France 

 

Leaving a twenty

Every chance is your last

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