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What type of game are you playing - My friend?
It seems that the stories I hear from you - never end.
All the times and places you said you've been,
I'm not sure if they exist in fact Im sure they isn't
Play, play, the day away
No sunlight, no fresh water....
Play play the day away...
into the dusk my friend
Life isn't what you make of it - My friend.
It has much more to do with what you give it. In the end.
I wish I could tell you, how much you're missed
But you wont listen your thoughts will wander
That's just the way it is?
Play play the day away
no rain, no companions...
Play play the day away...
Into the dusk my friend
U baigold...
