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I'm slipping into grey.And I was (in my way) good to you.And you were good for me.Bye Bye my love.Going to play the End Game.It's growing kind of still.You know there always will be a dreamwaiting for you whensleep comes around.I had to play the End Game.Bless us all. I must sayit was good, you know.Keep me in mind fora re-match in warm snow.The faces at the doorcouldn't have looked more lost to seeme waving as I brushaway a tear.Gone to play the End Game.
I'm slipping into grey.And I was (in my way) good to you.And you were good for me.Bye Bye my love.Going to play the End Game.It's growing kind of still.You know there always will be a dreamwaiting for you whensleep comes around.I had to play the End Game.Bless us all. I must sayit was good, you know.Keep me in mind fora re-match in warm snow.The faces at the doorcouldn't have looked more lost to seeme waving as I brushaway a tear.Gone to play the End Game.