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We have gambled with the cardsThe cards that have been dealt to usBut who knows how long the chips will lastWhen I look back to see throughCan see right to the insideWhat an ugly picture it isThe flames of remorse still blacken familiesIt's been told in so many talesMy smiles and my sorrowsHave gotten me this farBut not without the woundsMy smiles and my sorrowsHave gotten me this farBut not without the wounds that have scarredStarting to think that I have lostWhat is realWhat is real in this worldCan you decipher this madness it's the lotteryPlay the lottery of lifeMy smiles and my sorrowsHave gotten me this farBut not without the woundsMy smiles and my sorrowsHave gotten me this farBut not without the wounds that have scarredStarting to think that I have lostWhat is realWhat is real in this worldThe prophecy of superstitionsRidden with the plague of the soulThe prophecy of superstitionsRidden with the plague of the mind and the soulMurder of an ordinary storyChildren fighting eye for eyeIt's our anger that keeps us aliveThe hate makes us survive