letra de tarjeteros - black casino and the ghost
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he walks on the strip
he hands out free dreams
he’s trapped in the dark
where the sun hurts the most
he’s snapping your cards
you can’t feel his hands
he crossed through the desert
where the sun hurts the most
you sell him for gold
he’s dragging our cans
although he’s a man
you sell him for gold
he’s snapping your cards
you can’t feel his hands
he crossed through the desert
where the sun hurts the most
you sell him for gold
there’s blood on your shirt
the rust on his load is worth more than you
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