| In any game there is a damn dice - I throw it into the wind
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| It is much easier for plastic to entrust your fate here
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| I jump after him and try to catch him,
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| But I know that I can't - it's happened more than once
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| But trying is not torture,
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| And if it's torture, I'll get used to it
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| After all, masochism is simple, you just need to delve into
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| And each new cut will turn into a memorable scar
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| And my palace will rise, even if the base is rubbish
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| game over
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| The Try Again button is lit again overhead
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| Stubbornness is also a sin
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| But I will sacrifice myself
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| I jump into the trap again
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| I know I'll fall for the byte
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| I know soon is my deadline
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| And I know that I'm a blockhead
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| And the cube keeps falling
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| Whatever one may say, he will fall on the edge
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| And no matter what, no matter when
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| Anyway, one day you will go to pick up
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| This cube is like me, only all six sides are a thousand roads before falling on
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| rake
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| And so many lies, so many fallen crowns, and I roam, looking for all the reward for the oath
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| It is not clear for what, or was it a curse at all?
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| They wait, they don't attack, the demons here live by the rules
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| Just not zones here, not alienation
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| Those who tried again and again
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| Only an eclipse awaits here
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| So go away and bolt up
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| game over
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| The Try Again button is lit again overhead
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| Stubbornness is also a sin
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| But I will sacrifice myself
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| I jump into the trap again
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| I know I'll fall for the byte
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| I know soon is my deadline
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| And I know that I'm a blockhead |