| He plays the game
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| Like a moth that finds love in a flame
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| He’s flying high
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| But desire will burn him alive
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| This is the price you pay
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| When you’re heart is fooling your eyes
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| She plays the game
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| Where the hunter turns into the prey
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| He wants her still
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| But the black widow’s beauty will kill
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| Caught in the tender trap
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| Where the story of heartache begins
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| What makes that man gamble all on love
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| He’s played but never won
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| The roulette he knows is of the Russian kind
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| Watch out… 'cause love’s a loaded gun
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| They play the game
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| Win or lose they’re damned either way
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| He ends up alone
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| Cause medusa turns hearts into stone
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| She knows there’s no way out
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| But made him believe he could win
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| What makes that man gamble all on love
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| He’s played but never won
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| The roulette he knows is of the Russian kind
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| Watch out… 'cause love’s a loaded gun
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| What makes that man gamble all on love
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| He’s played but never won
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| The roulette he knows is of the Russian kind
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| Watch out… 'cause love’s a loaded gun |