Old game

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1. Heart of cold, you know that I'm fond
But someday your heart will be unfold.

2. Wintertime is the lonely time
So my soul is hanging for a Prime.

R. Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.

3. Whiteness of day.
Am I going down my way?

4. Heart of stone: I'd like to know
What will be and what should be done.

R. Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.

5. Hope of vain: am I going insane?
Jump deep down from a high rockside.

6. I won't jump, I don't wanna jump.
Eyes of ice are open so wide!

Стихи - 3, 4 января 1994 г. Москва

 
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