Im moving across this board
No-one to defend me
I am always the first to go
Im sliding down this snake
Nothing to stop it eating me
I am always the first to fall
Im moving to jail
No shield to protect me
I am always the first to be imprisioned
Im running through this year
Not seeing any of it
Im losing it all
Just like a game
Because thats all life really is
A game
And believe it or not
We're all going to be losers
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