Milloy - Blackjack | Текст песни

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My reflection reminds me I'm alive;
It stands to reason that the balance tipped its honours even.
I got a new direction; I'll leave you all behind.
I ain't got time to sit and whine about how I got dealt a shitty hand.
I don't need your stupid reasons
Give me what I want the rest will always sort itself.
I don't need your indecisions,
Give me what I want, the rest will always help themselves.

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