I play my game
You play your game
To me its all the same
Will it be lame
Or will it earn me my fame
Will I be tamed
Or will it drive me insane
We may live through all the pain
This is a game we play alone
There will not be shelter not even at home
With sticks and stones
You will break your bones
You won't be able to pick up the phone
And maybe when this game is over
We may all be able to start over again
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