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[Originally by Yoko Ono] Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price For throwing the dice in the air Why must we learn it the hard way? And play the game of life with your heart I gave you my knife, you gave me my 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 But the tears will dry whichever way And when our hearts return to ashes It'll be just a story, it'll be just a story Aus Songtexte Mania