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F Press F to pay respects. The player caught feelings. And now he's in a different game. One with no real prizes, Not this round anyway. Racecar or top hat? He picked his pieces Landed in jail, Just to please a woman Who never had feelings to begin with. He lost the game Lost his freedom Lost his mind Press F to pay respects.
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