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Paroles de la chanson Hating the Player, Hating the Game par Matt Elliott
Just look
At where we're coming from
And where we seem to be heading towards
Those lights
Well, are they flames?
Or are they lights sent to guide the way?
No way of knowing until we get to them
But when we then arrive
Perhaps we will burn
Or perhaps bathe in light
One thing
I can assure
Is that now
Today, we're blind
Lost, cold and afraid
Growing old and turning gray
At where we're coming from
And where we seem to be heading towards
Those lights
Well, are they flames?
Or are they lights sent to guide the way?
No way of knowing until we get to them
But when we then arrive
Perhaps we will burn
Or perhaps bathe in light
One thing
I can assure
Is that now
Today, we're blind
Lost, cold and afraid
Growing old and turning gray
Hating the player, growing tired of the whole
Damn game
They say: "when you finally learn to live"
Then, it's already too late
So never get so far
So far so no good
No trace
No word
Grief
Joy
Lust
Pain
Tethered to this somber frame
Afraid and ashamed
Scared of the place
Disturbed by the whole
Damn game
Damn game
They say: "when you finally learn to live"
Then, it's already too late
So never get so far
So far so no good
No trace
No word
Grief
Joy
Lust
Pain
Tethered to this somber frame
Afraid and ashamed
Scared of the place
Disturbed by the whole
Damn game
There are a million songs
That we will never hear
Sights that
Sights that we'll never see
Kisses that we'll never share
It's do, or don't, or die
Eat
Sleep
Pray
Take our place amongst the graves
Like good little slaves
No longer a player
No longer a game
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