Hold on to what you need
We've got a knack for fu-ked-up history
Hold on to what you need
We've got a knack for messed-up history
Well, we went downtown and we sat in the rain
Both looking one direction and waiting for a train
And thought over, thought over
I don't know you kept track
I didn't know there was a score
Well, it looks like you're the winner
I ain't going to play no more
It's over
Game over
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