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End Game
I`m slipping into grey.
And i was (In my way) good to you.
And you were good for me.
Bye bye my love.
Going to play the end game.
It`s growing kind of still.
You know there always will be a dream
Waiting fory ou when
Sleep comes around.
I had to play the end game.
Bless us all. i must say
It was good, you know.
Keep me in mind for
A re-match in warm snow.
The faces at the door
Couldn`t have looked more lost to see
Me waving as i brush
Away a tear.
Gone to play the end game.
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