Just Like a child lost in the nite, like a nite-bird in flight, I’ll be gone by mornin light, just like i always do. It’s always been the same ole thing, Life is not a game, But you can play it like a tune, just like you always do,Yes we know this me an you. Ask the gypsy lady’s cards ,ask the Indian mans scares ,the wolf howlin at the moon. It is all an unforgiving plan,the way it’s always been, Not a game.
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