| It feels like time is running backwards
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| Somehow it don’t want to pass by
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| But I get so nervous and afraid of what is to come
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| And I just cannot tell you why
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| I can hear all the words you say
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| But I don’t understand
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| Should I have looked at your smiling face
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| When I looked at your shivering hands
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| It is a game of hope and glory
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| It is a game of shame and pride
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| It is a never ending story
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| And it never turns out right
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| So don’t ask me, if you need good advice
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| Maybe I could find some friendly words
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| But my heart is cold as ice
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| I can hear all the words you say
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| But I don’t understand
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| Should I have looked at your smiling face
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| When I looked at your shivering hands
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| It is a game of hope and glory
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| It is a game of shame and pride
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| It is a never ending story
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| And it never turns out right
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| It is a game of hope and glory
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| It is a game of shame and pride
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| It is a never ending story
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| And it never turns out right
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| It could have almost turned out right
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| It almost turned out right
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| It could have almost turned out right |