[Verse 1]
Guy on my right is new and he says he
Feels kind of sad and his hands are cold
And he refuses the dice so I pick 'em up myself
I let 'em roll
[Verse 2]
And the little white spots gleam like stars
The guy on my right gets a look at the stickman
And he begins to sense where it is that we are
And the table's hot
And so am I
And I grab the bones and I let 'em fly
So come 2, come 3, come 4, come 5
Come 6, come 7, come 9
It doesn't matter to me now 'cause I've got all kinds of time
Guy on my right is new and he says he
Feels kind of sad and his hands are cold
And he refuses the dice so I pick 'em up myself
I let 'em roll
[Verse 2]
And the little white spots gleam like stars
The guy on my right gets a look at the stickman
And he begins to sense where it is that we are
And the table's hot
And so am I
And I grab the bones and I let 'em fly
So come 2, come 3, come 4, come 5
Come 6, come 7, come 9
It doesn't matter to me now 'cause I've got all kinds of time
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