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 our hearts?
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I may cry someday
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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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"I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake,
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'Course it was winter when all this was ice.
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That's a hell of a thing to do, you know.
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They say the lake is as big as the ocean.
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I wonder if she knew about it?"
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Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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Walking On Thin Ice
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| John Lennon |
