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点击复制Sitting on the tarmac getting ready to roll
Didn't sleep a wink the whole night before
Wondering how they get this chunck of metal in the sky
And all I wanna do is pull my shade down and die
I get tired sometimes when it's that kind of game
I've made my bed and I'm lying in it every day
It could be worse, I know it could
But I can't tell you it's bad when it's good
So I say
Rolling the dice, it's the price I pay
Sometimes wish I'd never learned to play that guitar
'Til I turn around and see the size of my car
'Cos if the truth be known I'm not a hit with the girls
And it's murder living up to all the stories they've heard
Just an ordinary guy, with a strange old job
Getting paid to behave, like a juvenille slob, yes I am
No body takes me seriously
Guess that's the way it was meant to be
Like I said
For rolling the dice, it's the price I pay
It's the prize I pay, uh yeah
Never used to worry what the future would bring
But how long can I really keep on doing my thing?
I'll be like an addict trying to quit his stuff, yes I will
But it's sad but it's true, it's a labour of love
Guess I'll have to retire to the south of Spain
Teeing off with the wife I forget about the rain
So when it's slipping away from me
I'll rather be a slave to eternity
Like I said
For rolling the dice, it's the price I pay, yes it is
For rolling the dice, that's the price I pay
It's the price I pay, uh