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Fools runWhere an angel fears to follow |
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We've come to a place no fool would go |
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Sparks fly |
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And the truth rings harsh and hollow |
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It's the same old song |
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We've sung so long |
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It's the only dance we know |
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Hard times |
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When the threads of love unravel |
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The arms stretch |
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But the hands don't ever meet |
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True love is a rocky road to travel |
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You better get out of the kitchen |
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If you cannot stand the heat |
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Bad blood - hostile words get spoke in anger |
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Caught up in a game where no one wins |
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Our heads tend to disregard the dangers |
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While our hearts hang in the balance |
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And the wheel of fortune spins |
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Why must every heart |
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I trust desert me |
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Why must it always end the same |
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Fate deals the last one down and dirty |
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It's the hands you keep |
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That make you weep |
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But that's |
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The Nature of the |
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GameCold eyes stare at you across the table |
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The stakes rise |
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With each moment you delay |
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Hang tough |
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If you still believe you're able |
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Or else play your hand |
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The best you can |
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And get yourself away |
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Why does every heart |
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I trust desert me |
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Why must it always end the same |
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Fate deals the last one down and dirty |
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It's the hands you fold |
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That make you old |
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That's The |
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Nature of the |
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GameIt's the hands you fold |
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That make you old |
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But that's |
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The Nature of the |
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GameIt's the hands you fold |
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That make you old |
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That's The |
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Nature of the |
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Game |