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• Artiste: Meestro
• Titre: Man On The Decline
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The gypsy read my fingers, she traced my love line's fall I asked her how my life looked; she felt no pulse at all I offered up my twenty and I thanked her for the time but she refused to take a dollar from a man on the decline I once was on the other side of the wall from which I stand, Upon it was my name, as the owner of this land Now, scraps are all I ask for from the table which you dine, at the feast of opportunity for a man on the decline Everything seems possible to a man without woes But understand, they've got no time to care about their foes Or maybe what is lacking is a light bulb's radiant shine To understand that everyone is the man on the decline The gypsy read my fingers, she traced my love line's fall I asked her how my life looked; she felt no pulse at all