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CHORUS: Tradin' places piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain to front for a name
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CHORUS: places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each die It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name