GAMES
LYRIC QUIZ
When lonely winds blow cold and my world moves down below. It's a sign to make a change. Among the platform crowd, words as clear as clouds say you can't remain the same.
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“Tuesday morning, New York Times. You passed away, you lost your mind. We all want to play the game. We all want a taste of fame. We'd sell our souls if the price is right.”
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