(originally by Yoko Ono)
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Walking on thin ice,
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I'm paying the price
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For throwing the dice in the air.
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Why must we learn it the hard way
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And play the game of life with your heart?
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I gave you my knife,
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You gave me my life
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Like a gush of wind in my hair.
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Why do we forget what's been said
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And play the game of life with your hearts?
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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Ooh-ahooh...
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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I may cry some day,
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But the tears will dry whichever way.
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And when our hearts return to ashes,
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It'll be just a story,
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It'll be just a story.
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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Ooh-ahooh...
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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Ooh-ahooh...
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Walking On Thin Ice
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| Miss Tila |
