(This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. Gamblers don't gamble cheap, I'm sure you'll agree Some of us are perfect, but some of us are perfectly flawed Strikingly similar, if you're baggin' anymore I spent the winnin' at the Russian roulette We'll send a postcard with South American sunshine No longer aware that the long, brown hair When you're diggin' from the bottom of the deck I'm not talkin' to me, I'm talkin' to you Gamblers don't gamble unless we risk when we can't lose Who follows, followed, buddy, I bet you farmīut tonight was the night we were keepin' each other warm The feeling mutual: "this must be my lucky day" I hadn't noticed when you sat down to play I'm not talkin' to you, I'm talkin' to me Gamblers don't gamble cheap, we get what we need You were party-treatin' girls, probably partners in crime I felt confident and certain you were sittin' fine There were cards on your table, but none on mine
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