This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain.
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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain.
I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind.
I guess,
That this is where we've come to.
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me.
But I won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now
You're on your own now, believe me.
When the rest want guns and a mouth full of gold.
I don't hate 'em, I still love 'em,
That's not me, I'm not judging,
Not below 'em, not above 'em.