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Now the first snow has fallen
But that's not why it's cold
It won't be necessary to put on any clothes
Remember that it's just a game
Hey Tony, put down your Mandolin
Because it's your turn to spin the cylinder
When the ground is frozen
And the pond is cold
Then you feel the warmth of metal
And the rest of the world doesn't know a thing
Because the snow covers the sound of a bang
Hey Tony, put down your Mandolin
Because it's your turn to spin the cylinder
When you have lost, nobody can help you
When you have lost, you stand alone
We don't have demands for your character
It's not a lot you need to understand
Everyone's the same here in front of Monello's revolver
Fate never chooses sides
Oh, Hey Tony, put down your Mandolin
Because it's your turn to spin the cylinder