Gambling Land
Don't be afraid, give me your hand.
I will not hold you against your will.
Through Faith and Misery, I'll consume your thoughts.
Until you have no more pennies to drop.
Oh, but what are these I See?
Somehow you have acquired my disease.
And now without even or odd,
A price you’ll pay to come and stay
Inside the Gambling Land.
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