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So many times I've played the game of love |
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But it always ends in vain |
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I'm back in the ring with my boxing gloves |
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So I'm gonna feel some pain |
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Now, how many times can I lose this game of love? |
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I had a love who played with my soul |
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And it hurt so bad |
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And I tried to live on my own |
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And it made me sad |
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And the game gets old |
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Just a memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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I found out there are no rules to the game |
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And it don't make no sense at all |
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Like shooting an arrow with my old aim |
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Who knows where it'll fall |
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Now my cards on the table win, lose or draw |
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I had a love who played with my soul |
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And it hurt so bad |
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And I tried to live all on my own |
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And it made me sad |
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And the game gets old |
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Just a memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Now, I had a love who played with my soul |
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And it hurt so bad |
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Then I tried to live, live on my own |
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Don't you know it made me sad, yeah |
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And the game gets old |
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Just a memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just a memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |
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And the game gets old |
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Just another memory untold |