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I keep thinking Planning and dreaming And plotting and scheming For winning this game There must be some way Without selling your soul Or becoming a slave Nope
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
The Game of Life
I keep thinking Planning and dreaming And plotting and scheming For winning this game There must be some way Without selling your soul Or becoming a slave Nope
Sorry, I don't really believe that. I just like to play in dark corners. Cheers
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
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