I COULD TALK OF MEMORIES
I COULD TALK OF MIRACLES
I CAN'T TALK OF ANYTHING BUT YOU
I REMEMBER EVERYTHING
EVEN HOW YOU LAUGHED AT ME
I REMEMBER EVERY WORD YOU SAID

'LOVE IS A GAME
LOVE IS A GAME THAT WE PLAY
LOVE IS A GAME
LOVE IS A GAME AND YOU LOSE
WELCOME TO LOVE'

NOW YOU'RE WAITING FOR SOMEONE
WAITING FOR THE PHONE TO RING
AND I WONDER WHO YOU'RE WAITING FOR
THERE IS NOTHING I CAN SAY
THERE ARE NO GOOD WORDS FOR THIS
THERE IS NOTHING MORE THAT I CAN DO

LOVERS ARE FOOLS
LOVERS ARE FOOLS IN THE DARK
LOVERS ARE FOOLS
LOVERS ARE FOOLISH AND BLIND
WELCOME TO LOVE

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