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Oct 2010
Everybody is different
and everybody’s the same
And everyone is a player
in this crazy little game
But the game it has no winners
and we’re lucky if we survive
The saints, the fools and the sinners
No one gets out alive

Don’t be sad when it’s all over
and the game is put away
Shake hands with all your rivals
and be happy that you played
It’s time for other children
to step up and roll the dice
Take a chance along the Boardwalk
walk away or pay the price

And you sit alone in the darkness
when the game of life is through
And you look up to the heavens
because there’s nothing left to do
And you think about the ending
as you slowly drift away
And you can not help but smile
because you got the chance to
play
Coyote
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Coyote  Here there and everywhere
(Here there and everywhere)   
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     --- and D Conors
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