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by Neil Sedaka & Carole Bayer
You told me not to try and tie you down,
So, I just took my place and hung around,
You always said that you must be free,
Well, you couldn't see you were losing me,
And messing up the one good thing we had.
I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
Down inside I feel a lack,
But, this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.
I told myself that things would be okay,
You'd come around to my way, any day,
As time went on you just stayed the same,
No, you, you couldn't change or be rearranged,
I'm picking up the pieces of my life.
Well, I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
Down inside I feel a lack,
But, this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.
SOLO
I'm picking up the pieces of my life.
I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
Down inside I feel a lack,
But, this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.
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