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Tell me son what's troubling youCarry on, don't hold on tothe places, the faces you hold too dearthe lights and the voices you used to fearfrom the merry-go-roundI'll go helplessyou reach the silver screenwe came this far, we couldn't loseI took a stand, it was no usethe games, the omissions she made too clearshe's a cut on my hand that will never healit's in the way she movesthe way she moves youthe way she moves your sensesI played it like a foolI hope I don't forgetI lost the game, but I won the betbreak in the morning with your sweetest wordsyou came and you cried, storming through my doortaking advise only from alcoholI plundered my pocketsand I threw it allSongtexteoh, the table screen fell right in front of youwe lost our way, I was falling throughthe rooftops and stairways we tried to climbI did all the effort, but I never triedfrom the merry-go-roundI'll go helplessyou reach the silver screenit's in the way she movesthe way she moves youthe way she moves your sensesI played it like a foolI hope I don't forgetI lost the game, but I won the bet Aus Songtexte Mania