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The game is over |
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I lost this round |
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I thought I could win more |
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Than I actually found |
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Was it worth a try? |
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No I wouldn't say |
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The price was too high |
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For someone like me to pay |
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But what's the use |
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Of regretting what's done? |
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Wouldn't I do it again |
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If another chance would come? |
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I've become so bitter |
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Over what's supposed to be sweet |
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And still I'm eager |
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To be offered another treat |
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I've thought if through and I've come to a conclusion |
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That I tend to put aside to end up with confusion |
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I'm trying to save myself from superfluous pain |
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With the trade off of losing any possible gain |
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I'm watching every step building up a thick shield |
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Searching my way out of a condemned mind field |
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The game is over |
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And I've lost my bet |
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Now all I can play with |
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Is a dull empty threat |
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But what is it worth |
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If it's against your will |
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How would I know |
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If you really care for me still? |
