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Created on: November 24, 2009
Fortunes are made, fortunes are lost..
It all depends on how the cards fall..
Rivered a straight, and I tripped the turn...
It all depends on how the cards fall...
Tonight there hitting, I think I will call
Oh no, he sucked out, I had him on the wall..
I guess it all depends on how the cards fall..
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