| Spectators line the avenue
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| The players step out right on cue
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| And every night just seems the same
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| Nameless faces play their game
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| The midnight gamblers place their bets
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| The tight-rope walkers check their nets
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| Then comes the queen of broken hearts
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| This is the way it always starts
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| Finders find love for the evening
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| Keepers keep the love they’ve found
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| Losers lose and wind up weeping
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| But it’s the only game in town
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| All hail the third string debutante
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| She tries to act so nonchalant
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| Chasin' the prince of alibis
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| Into a smokescreen made of lies
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| Finders find love for the evening
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| Keepers keep the love they’ve found
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| Losers lose and wind up weeping
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| But it’s the only game in town
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| My window looks down on the set
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| Each night the players strut and fret
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| So if you’d like to join the rest
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| Just choose the part that suits you best
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| Finders find love for the evening
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| Keepers keep the love they’ve found
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| Losers lose and wind up weeping
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| But it’s the only game in town |