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You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Puttin in change systematically
Winning streak that you had over me
Its turned into your broken tragedy
Turn your pockets out onto the street
Now you see youve spent it all on me!
You see my true colours out of synch
Now your skin is a pair of sympathies
Youve hit the bottom 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 werent yours to take
Well I dont think so my foolish boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
Wheres the money?
Cant hear the clinking round.
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Overstretch your generosity
For our band, its leading you astray
The little we had
Youve thrown it all away!
Go! Go! Go! (Yeah youre on a role)
Go! Go! Go! (Yeah youre on a low)
Go! Go! Go!
You find it hard to stop it yeah
Youre running like a steam train
Oh I like the way that you do that
Wheres the money?
Cant hear the clinking round.
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Go!
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You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
Ker-ching, Ker-ching, oh!
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Oh, you find it hard to stop it yeah
Youre running like a steam train
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
You-keep-playing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine!