Some say troubles come without a call
You never know it's coming
I'd rather waste all nights up front
The second time is coming
Baby we're in trouble
In the death strugggle
Blowing all our marbles
Why do you make us sick of it all?
Some prefer to plan their lives for sure
I bet the game is random
The only dose may start a war
I don't care of your fandoms
Baby we're in trouble
In the death strugggle
Blowing all our marbles
I am no longer good at this game
No one knows what happen next after telling lies that seem ok
Routine things I do for you are things that I will never say
Oh my goodness
Baby we're in trouble
In the death strugggle
Plowing all our marbles
Why do you make us sick of it all?

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