IN THIS GAME

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In this game.
You can forget your name.
You can forget it is, what day.
You can forget the name of the hotel, where you do stay.

In this game.

Into each other, they all blend. You don't have any friends
They all seem to go on and on and on. A darkness never comes the dawn.
You just want it to end
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In this game.

You're all alone, from home, you're so far away.
You can forget where you are.
You can forget who you are too. Yes, it's true. You can be, see, so, so, blue.
On the road, with a heavy load, you are from home so far.

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