The Unfairness Of Angels

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First Goal Scorer, just a fiver wont kill me

The first step to gambling dependency

It’s a way to make FREE money


You put money on and get money back

It’s just a tenner on blackjack

I don’t win my money back


Just a slip, just a slip

All gamblers have a dip

I’ll make it on the next tip


I’m gambling more, I’ll be fine

I find it fun gambling online

It’s a hobby that passes the time


Betting £20 now a day

Footballs on everyday

And I seem to Bet In-Play


How did it get out of hand?

I don’t understand

I’m falling into an unknown land


In desperate need of a win

I need money, I need something

How did this all begin?


Slot machines, horses, footballI

want to bet on it all

I’m a fool, I’m a fool


£100 a week addiction

I’m staring in my Pulp Fiction

My heads like Frost/Nixon


Paying games I can’t ever win

I need to take control of everything

Before I’m a slave to gambling.




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