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I was born in Rochester To a bookmaking man Had a fake cigar shops With the games on in the back See them coming and going Let them ride
magic Bookmaking manifestation Checking spam notifications When does the fog lift? When does the trick end? When do I stop feeling freakish in a room
on bookmaking Cause in his mind it was easy money and it was his for the taking He's gone like Jimmy Hoffa Something doesn't feel right I guess when you mess
I'm brushing off this dusty book,...making up my mind It's time to take a closer look at something so divine Been hiding behind a mental block,
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