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You say |
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It's solid poetry |
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It's what you want to see |
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Some sensuality |
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When you cry, |
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I just can't prove you wrong |
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Hell I just play along |
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I guess it turns you on... |
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The games we play |
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The shows we give |
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The hearts we break |
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We live trough this |
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The games we play |
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yeah.. |
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(oh)Do right, |
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It's getting cridical |
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Are we to cynical? |
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Could use a miracle... |
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The games we play |
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The shows we give |
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My heart you break |
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I live trough this.. |
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The games we play |
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The games we play |
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he rules we make |
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Like secret codes, |
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We can't escape |
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The games we play... |
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The games we play... |
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You say |
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There really is no doubt |
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We just can't do without... |
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The games we play... |
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The games we play... |
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The games we play |
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The shows we give |
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The hearts we break |
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We live trough this |
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The games we play |
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The games we play |
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The rules we bend |
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With lovers lust, we will defend |
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The games we play... |
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You say |
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It's solid poetry... |
