| Some games are fair
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| Some played with loaded dice
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| Fake and loaded with lies
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| Sweet words are cheaply sold
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| No Eldorado’s gold ever met your eyes
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| Castaway, thrown away
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| One lesson learnt the hardest way
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| Lift up your head and listen close
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| As before, there is more, more for me and you
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| We got some living left to do
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| Still outside the road is wide
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| Back into the saddle and ride…
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| Come what may, the light of day
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| That lives in your eyes, don’t let it die away
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| Friendly fire, the blazing pyre
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| Your living daylights aflame…
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| Cast aside, still alive
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| 'Cause I can still see the spark of fire
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| It may be hurt but it’s not gone
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| Let us see how you breathe on your own again
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| You know that this was not the end
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| Still your soul remaining whole
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| Down and out, your heart still of gold…
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| Come what may, the light of day
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| That lives in your eyes, don’t let it die away
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| Friendly fire, the blazing pyre
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| Your living daylights aflame…
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| Come what may, the light of day
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| That lives in your eyes, don’t let it die away
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| Friendly fire, the blazing pyre
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| Your living daylights aflame…
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| Come what may… (oh…)
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| The light of day (oh…) |