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Love,
like slot machines, you wait for green
but sometimes you spend it all just to get nothing,
you're left cut,
your rope is frayed,
your heart betrayed and
you are left hiding all your love
away

What if your soul mate
is a sold mate
and all you thought you found
ends in a checkmate it's too late
to turn your love around
what if your soul mate is a sold mate

Eyes open wide,
you should try
looking inside sometimes the hurt it hides
and creeps and slowly eats
away the weeks
and you are left wondering why your
confidence is only thin skin deep

What if your soul mate
is a sold mate
and all you thought you found
ends in a checkmate it's too late
to turn your love around
what if your soul mate
is a sold mate,
what if your soul mate
has a different fate

Your heart it is stolen
by a love that was golden
in your eyes now you see nothing but black
your lungs they are burning,
from the words that we knew would never come
so we gotta carry on,
carry on

What if your soul mate
is a sold mate
and all you thought you found
ends in a checkmate
it's too late
to turn your love around
what if your soul mate
is a sold mate,
what if your soul mate
has a different fate

If it is love,
if it is love given
then it is love never lost,
so get your heart
get your heart in it
cause it is love never lost

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