Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price.
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I'm 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 our hearts?
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I gave you my life, you gave me your 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. A kiss will dry whichever way.
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And when my heart returns to ashes, it will be just a story.
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It will be just a story.
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And you go and try to walk across the lake
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Crossed it with winter and all of this is ice
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A terrible thing to do. They say the lake is as thick as the ocean.
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I wonder if she knew?
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Walking On Thin Ice
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| Elvis Costello |
