Fruit Machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine
 Puttin' in change systematically
 Winning streak that you had over me
 Has turned into your broken tragedy
 Turn your pockets out onto the street
 Now you see you've spent it all on me
 You see my true colours out of synch
 Now your skint, here's a pair of sympathies
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 You've hit the button one hundred times before
 Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
 You thought you could turn and walk away
 Taking chances that weren't yours to take
 Win, I don't think so my foolish boy
 Watch the next one taking all the joy
 Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
 Where's the money?
 Can't hear that clinking sound
 Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
 Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
 Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
 Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
 You keep playing me like a fruit machine
 Overstretch your generosity
 Thought of bandits leading you astray
 The little we had
 You've thrown it all away
 Go! Go! Go! Yeah, you're on a roll
 Go! Go! Go! Yeah, you're on a low
 Go! Go! Go!
 You find it hard to stop 'cause yeah
 You're running like a steam train
 (I like the way you do that)
 Where's the money?
 Can't hear that clinking sound.
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
 Go!
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 Ka-ching, ka-ching, ah
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
 You find it hard to stop 'cause yeah
 You're running like a steam train
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
 Ka-ching, ka-ching
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