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What if the tables had turned |
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Would you still call my name |
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As I took the wrong turn |
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Would the fire still burn |
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Where did we learn how to play |
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What it'll take to wash away |
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All the shame |
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One more round of the same |
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And if we had played by the rules |
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Would you lie awake at night |
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Do you still wonder why |
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We turned out to be fools |
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What then if wrong had been right |
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Would we be able to resist |
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The call of the wild |
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And rekindle the fire |
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I don't know whether we're inside or out |
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Outside or in on the game |
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It doesn't matter |
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Because inside or out |
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Outside or in are the same |
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There is a frightening light |
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You get in the white of your eyes |
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Like a cat smelling mice |
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When you're rolling the dice |
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Much like a fist full of sand |
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It's so very hard to hold onto |
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The future we planned |
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We were dealt the wrong hand |
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Chorus |
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What if the tables had turned |
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Would you still call my name |
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As I took the wrong turn |
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Would the fire still burn |
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Chorus x 3 |
