The Games were once made...
They played with love all through...
Hands were real and touch was new...
Smile was bream and tears were true...
Approached the man...
I wish we could percieve before...
I wish we can...
Go back...
To Where The Games Were Once Made...
They Played With Love All Through...
He Tore your soul...
The paradise pull to pieces...
I stood in thy doorway...
Couldn't hold onto your hands...
When...
Approached the man...
I wish we could perceive before...
I wish we can..
Go back...
To where the games were once made...
You played with love all through...
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