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Holes in the wall, holes in my heart, both beyond repair.
And on the bed, remnants, of the love we shared.

And it's all just part of the game, how you refuse to say my name,
Or look me dead in the eyes.
So let's take our holiday, when we return we'll be the same,
And finally see it's love's turn to die.

Your empty can, my empty hand, it's become routine.
To watch our shapes, ruminate, on what's left unseen.

And it's all just part of the game, how you refuse to say my name,
Or look me dead in the eyes.
So let's take our holiday, when we return we'll be the same,
And finally see it's love's turn to die.

Anything I tell you baby, anything I can confide
Will only twist around inside you, come back with jealous eyes.
I'll never say that I don't love you, cause we both know that ain't true.
I've tried to hold on tighter but it slips right through

And it's all just part of the game, how you refuse to say my name,
Or look me dead in the eyes.
So let's take our holiday, when we return we'll be the same,
And finally see it's love's turn to die.

So we die.

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