Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price. I'm throwing the dice in the air. Why must we learn it the hard way And play the game of life with our hearts? I gave you my life, you gave me your life. Like a gush of wind in my hair. Why do we forget what's been said And play the game of life with our hearts? I may cry someday. A kiss will dry whichever way. And when my heart returns to ashes, it will be just a story. It will be just a story. And you go and try to walk across the lake Crossed it with winter and all of this is ice A terrible thing to do. They say the lake is as thick as the ocean. I wonder if she knew?
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