Game Over
You wined me up and watch me go
When the fuel runs out
you start to bolt
Returning only to gloat
on your ability to make me dote
on your every word
So many things you try to hide from me..
But I'm sorry to tell you
i have always known what keeps you
from me
I am not a toy and i see your game
i play along just the same
this cat and mouse thing is getting lame
Keep it up and the only thing you will have left of me
is my ghost
so make up your mind
before you get left behind
When the fuel runs out
you start to bolt
Returning only to gloat
on your ability to make me dote
on your every word
So many things you try to hide from me..
But I'm sorry to tell you
i have always known what keeps you
from me
I am not a toy and i see your game
i play along just the same
this cat and mouse thing is getting lame
Keep it up and the only thing you will have left of me
is my ghost
so make up your mind
before you get left behind
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