Walking on thin ice,
I’m paying the price
For throwing the dice
in the air
in the air
Why must we learn it
the hard way
And play the game of life
with your heart?
with your heart?
i gave you my knife,
you gave me my life
Like a gush of wind
in my hair
in my hair
i may cry some day
but the tears will dry
whichever way
And when our hearts
return to ashes
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