"Why do I wish I never played.Oh, what a mess we made.And now the final frame,love is a losing game"
"Over futile oddsand laughed at by the Gods.And now the final frame,love is a losing game"
"You went back to what you knew so far removedfrom all that we went through.And I tread a troubled track,my odds are stacked.I'll go back to black"
"We only said goodbye in wordsI died a hundred
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