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Walking on thin ice |
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I'm paying the price |
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For throwing the dice in the air |
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Why must we learn it the hard way |
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And play the game of life with your heart? |
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I gave you my knife |
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You gave me my life |
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Like a gush of wind in my hair |
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Why do we forget what's been said |
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And play the game of life with our hearts? |
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I may cry someday |
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But the tears will dry whichever way |
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And when our hearts return to ashes |
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It'll be just a story |
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It'll be just a story |
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai... |
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Ooh-ahooh... |
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"I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake, |
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'Course it was winter when all this was ice. |
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That's a hell of a thing to do, you know. |
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They say the lake is as big as the ocean. |
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I wonder if she knew about it?" |
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai... |
