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There was a man |
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A lonely man |
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Who lost his love |
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Through his indifference |
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A heart that cared |
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That went unshared |
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Until it died |
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Within his silence |
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And solitaire's the only game in town |
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And every road that takes him takes him down |
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And by himself, it's easy to pretend |
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He'll never love again |
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And keeping to himself, he plays the game |
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Without her love, it always ends the same |
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While life goes on around him everywhere, |
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He's playing solitaire |
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A little hope |
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Goes up in smoke |
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Just how it goes |
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Goes without saying |
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There was a man |
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A lonely man |
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Who would command |
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The hand he's playing |
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And solitaire's the only game in town |
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And every road that takes him takes him down |
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And by himself, it's easy to pretend |
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He'll never love again |
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And keeping to himself, he plays the game |
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Without her love, it always ends the same |
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While life goes on around him everywhere, |
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He's playing solitaire |
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And solitaire's the only game in town |
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And every road that takes him takes him down |
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And by himself, it's easy to pretend |
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He'll never love again |
