| Fools run
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| Where an angel fears to follow
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| We’ve come to a place no fool would go
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| Sparks fly
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| And the truth rings harsh and hollow
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| It’s the same old song
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| We’ve sung so long
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| It’s the only dance we know
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| Hard times
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| When the threads of love unravel
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| The arms stretch
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| But the hands don’t ever meet
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| True love is a rocky road to travel
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| You better get out of the kitchen
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| If you cannot stand the heat
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| Bad blood — hostile words get spoke in anger
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| Caught up in a game where no one wins
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| Our heads tend to disregard the dangers
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| While our hearts hang in the balance
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| And the wheel of fortune spins
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| Why must every heart I trust desert me
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| Why must it always end the same
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| Fate deals the last one down and dirty
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| It’s the hands you keep
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| That make you weep
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| But that’s The Nature of the Game
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| Cold eyes stare at you across the table
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| The stakes rise
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| With each moment you delay
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| Hang tough
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| If you still believe you’re able
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| Or else play your hand
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| The best you can
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| And get yourself away
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| Why does every heart
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| I trust desert me
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| Why must it always end the same
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| Fate deals the last one down and dirty
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| It’s the hands you fold
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| That make you old
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| That’s The Nature of the Game
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| It’s the hands you fold
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| That make you old
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| But that’s The Nature of the Game
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| It’s the hands you fold
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| That make you old
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| That’s The Nature of the Game |