...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
CLUBBING - CLUBBING - CLUBBING
(FLASHING BETWEEN THE STROBES OF PASSION AND PRETENSE)




Entrance
if you didn't
already cash in your chips
keep playing
they are worthless today
maybe tomorrow
it'll rain and
wash away the greed
and corruption
that stains the worth
of truth
and chips of your heart

move along now
your party is waiting.


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