| There’s a time for living
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| Time keeps on flying
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| Think you’re loving, baby
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| And all your doing is crying
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| Can you feel
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| Are those feelings real?
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| Look at your game, girl
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| Look at your game, girl
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| What a mad delusion
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| Living in that confusion
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| Frustration and doubt
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| Can you ever live without the game?
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| The sad, sad game
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| Mad game
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| Just to say love’s not enough
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| If it can’t be true
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| Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you
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| Can you feel
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| Are those feelings real?
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| Look at your game, girl
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| Go on, look at your game, girl
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| Can you feel
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| I know those feelings aren’t real
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| Then you better stop trying
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| Or you’re going to play crying
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| Stop trying
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| Or you’re going to play crying
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| Stop trying
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| That’s the game
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| Sad, sad game
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| Mad game
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| Sad game
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| Thanks, Charles
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| Jack |