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My Life As A Monopoly Game
I'm tired of this game I play,
Roll the dice and hope for snake eyes,
Too many variables to make it fun,
Close to the edge and I'm getting closer,
It's a sick game of monopoly,
And I'm getting slaughtered.
I'm losing my money and it's going fast,
There are only so many get out of jail frees,
All these players knocking me off the board,
Relying on luck to pull on through,
Always praying not to land on blue,
Twisted game of pratts pulling tricks.
Roll the dice and hope for snake eyes,
Too many variables to make it fun,
Close to the edge and I'm getting closer,
It's a sick game of monopoly,
And I'm getting slaughtered.
I'm losing my money and it's going fast,
There are only so many get out of jail frees,
All these players knocking me off the board,
Relying on luck to pull on through,
Always praying not to land on blue,
Twisted game of pratts pulling tricks.
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