| Here we go again, it’s the game we love
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| Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
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| You ain’t play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs
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| Hit you with the Ace of Spades and your face is shrugged
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| Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs
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| We was just planning a wedding, Caucasian doves
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| You was just tellin' your mans, that you hate the clubs
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| Now we in the crying game, heart laced with slugs
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| Are you alone? |
| Do you need someone?
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| Is it too late to talk? |
| Did I wait too long?
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| Thousand words don’t change a thing
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| Is it only three? |
| Three words that you’re missing?
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| Where did you go? |
| Couldn’t see
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| I was too busy
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| Could’ve just said no Where would you go? |
| I think I know
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| Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
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| We’re back to playing
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| We’re back to playing
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| Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
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| We’re back to playing
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| The crying game
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| I could’ve given everything
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| Don’t wanna let the tears begin
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| We’re back to playing
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| The crying game
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| Welcome to the crying game where you lose your soul
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| Where it ain’t no easy pass, you got to use the toll
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| Ain’t no cruise control, you 'bout to lose control
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| Ain’t no smilin' faces here, we slammin' doors and dishes
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| Sayin' we don’t miss each other, but it’s all fictitious
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| Sayin' that we had enough, but enough of what?
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| Another slap to the face, another uppercut
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| I’m just abusive by nature, not cause I hate ya Not cause I wanna get someone to imitate ya I know it’s hard, I know I intimidate ya But is you stayin' or goin'?
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| I couldn’t breathe and you ain’t even know it How come you never show it?
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| All this love you speak of All I want is to love and to be loved
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| (To love and to be loved)
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| I’m losin' a thing I thought I’d win
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| And I’m coming undone
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| Cause the tears don’t end
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| Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
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| Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o |