Maybe I'm wrong I should just keep moving on... I suppose. But I'll see it through Just like some kind of fool. You say you care That this kind of life Leads nowhere. Still, I guess, I'll see it through Just like some kind of fool The rules of the game We constantly play Can be cruel. If nothing else remains I've promised to stay And I do. Crying again, you say these words Are just sentimental things, But I'll stay with you Just like some kind of fool. All the things we say, Apportioning blame are untrue And nothing else remains, I've promised to stay And I do, And I do... like some kind of fool. The rules of the game We so often play Can be cruel. If nothing else remains I've promised to stay And I do, And I do... like some kind of fool
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