| In this world of hate and shallowness
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| Where enemies become your consolation
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| And those of us who win the game
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| Give up their minds
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| I don’t call that winning
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| Say this doesn’t apply to you
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| But ask yourself first
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| What have I done today to win the game
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| And just what have I sacrificed
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| Win the battle or lose the war
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| I know I’ve played the game before
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| When people were still real
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| I don’t want this anymore
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| It’s time for me to close the door
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| There’s nothing left to feel
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| Reflect on all our yesterdays
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| My own words choke me
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| Why were they spoken
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| Regret for things I’ve said and done
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| Just can’t compare with
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| Regret for those that I have never tried
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| So blame this world or blame yourself
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| It’s really all the same
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| When you are standing on that precipice
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| From which you just cannot return
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| Win the battle or lose the war
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| I know I’ve played the game before
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| When people were still real
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| I don’t want this anymore
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| It’s time for me to close the door
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| There’s nothing left to feel
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| In the style of forgotten men
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| I look to my horizon
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| I see nothing
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| While thoughts of guns and desecration
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| Sweep through my mind
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| But only coffins and bones remain
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| As I look to you
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| The emptiness behind your eyes
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| Seals my decision
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| Can’t carry on in a world of jugglers
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| Where all this thoughtlessness
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| And bludgeonings your key to success
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| What kind of tradition to carry on
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| Blackball‚ The new disease
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| Blackball‚ The new disease
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| Blackball‚ Your evil ways have found
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| Their way inside me
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| Blackball‚ The new disease
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| Blackball‚ The new disease
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| Blackball‚ For a better life in this
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| High-tech dog-eat-dog existence
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| Win the battle or lose the war
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| I know I’ve played the game before
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| When people were still real
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| I don’t want this anymore
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| It’s time for me to close the door
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| There’s nothing left to feel |