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Son of a wealthy gambler
The Mayflower haunts the mother
Employed by Calvin Company for the Kansas City [skins]
[mine selector in]
When you were up in the air
Did it make you what you were?
You met a man who had a surname
That was the same as his [folly]
Drained him of his dollars
Left him with a tattoo [dog]
Getting bread was hopeless dreams
On the cusp of eternal defeat
In charge of Lion's Gate
I'd rather die than play it straight
Journeyman who sparkled
[above] an easy target
Armed with a genre and an overlapping ensemble
