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I put my money in a suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat They say chance is on the outside And looking pretty slim I feel so lucky on the inside I feel I'm gonna win Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat Running down the back of my neck Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I've got a whole month's wages I haven't seen that much in ages I might spend it in stages And move out to Las Vegas Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I put my money in a suitcase They say chance is on the outside I've got a whole month's wages Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat Stone-cold crazy, place another bet
Writer(s): Philip Parris Lynott, John James Sykes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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