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I've always been a few cards short
Of a royal flush,
I've worked till my muscles were sore
And I grind my bones to dust,
And all for what
A little pocket change,
Just enough to survive
And throw my life away,
Well I saw my dreams die
Right in front of me,
But I've long since forgotten them
Just as they've forgotten me.
All I ever wished for
Was a happy life,
For a nice family
And a loving wife,
But that all got blown away
When they sent me over here,
Now I'm standing with a gun
Burning in Hell.
Blaine McCanless
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