Still the same madness,
cause I cease to change my old ways
Flipping coins, spinning wheels
and losing my whole keepings in a day
I hoped I'd get a change
as pretty girls should marry early
I believed every words of my bibles
like a madman reading newspaper.
Walking round with my heart drumming
And my younger sister,
she'd correct me as talking to a mate
Why would you have to go and do that?
When you knew your luck would lose everything?
I'd hit my bed and cried till my head is empty
Why are kind people like me always suffer this shit?
But there was girl who gave her life to me
And I promised not bet it for a bag of cash
She handed me her heart and I broke it to her face
I lost her love and everything,
Just then watching a running horses again.
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