Go all in and pull the trigger
Cross your fingers, kiss your luck
Chips are falling, click or bang
Though luck may take the wheel
And bullets have your name
Tonight is not your turn
No blood in your champagne
Who knows how many bullets
That lie awaiting life
Are simply duds that whisper
The tale of your success
The barrel's never empty
The chance is always there
You're bet is all or nothing
No second place is fair
But as you squeeze that trigger
And put the piece back down
Walk with your head up high
To laugh in failure's face
You must look it in the eye
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