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(The subject of this song, William Wittmam informs us, is snooker.)
G Dm Em C
I find I fall into each night what passes for a dream
G Dm Em C
But all I see are pinks and blacks and I don't know what they mean
Cm Gm Bm E
My opponent's got the edge but his face just can't be seen
E C D G C G
And I...........'m locked into green
I been up since 8 oclock smoking endless cigarettes
And I'll be at the table as the bookies take their bets
A shot of drink to steady nerves and I'll wipe that table clean
And I...........'m locked into green
C G
Reds and blues, yellows, greens and browns
C D
If I keep my eye in I will put them down
Cm Gm Bm E
There's other ways of life out there but there's nothing they could mean
E C D G F E
Because I...........'m locked into green
E C D G C G
Oh I...........'m locked into green
G G C G G G C G
I'm locked into green, I'm locked into green
G G
I'm locked into green
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