| There’s a game that’s always played
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| And always won by fools
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| But everyone I know
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| Would rather never play than lose
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| There’s a place where the innocent stand
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| Proud before the firing squad
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| There’s a church at the end of the path
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| Where the sign reads «Beware of the God»
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| And there’s you in the alley
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| And there’s me walking away
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| Those three words still hang in the air
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| That I swore I would never say
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| So hold on now, just hold on a minute
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| This car’s not leaving if you’re not in it
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| You’ve no idea how lucky we are
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| A wound that deep would normally scar
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| I heard there was a place where the light
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| Managed to cut through the dark
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| But that was just a story for children
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| And my chest is just a grave for my heart
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| There’s a phone that’s always ringing
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| Answer and a child will say
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| «I'd rather take my own life
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| Than give it away»
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| And there’s you under the west wing
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| For to hide from the rain
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| And I’m taking your picture
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| To be sure that I’ll see you again
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| So hold on now, just hold on a minute
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| This car’s not leaving if you’re not in it
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| You’ve no idea how lucky we are
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| A wound that deep would normally scar
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| But I’ve seen willows holding hands
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| Heard birds sing in harmony
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| The bodies of water are caressed by land
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| And the river’s mouth is kissing the sea
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| So hold on now, just hold on a minute
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| This car’s not leaving if you’re not in it
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| You’ve no idea how lucky we are
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| A wound that deep would normally scar |