I never thought it could come to this,
as you sit there crying,
hanging on with your fingertips
to something that\'s already dead.
Now we\'re into a game
and it\'s all a bit strange.
Once on a time we were sincere
now, we\'re acting charades,
hiding behind cracked images
from other people\'s stages
now, we\'re into a game,
and it\'s all a bit strange,
but familiar, too...
the rules never change I know it, but do you?
I\'ve seen it all before,
and this play no longer moves me,
but the closing of a door
is never easy.
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