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None of us were given the rules
but most of us figured out
the important ones
along the way

You don't tug on superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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or drink his Kool-Aid either
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You've got to know when to hold 'em
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Know when to fold 'em
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Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
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there were more rules too
but I never learned them
and none of my friends did either.

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