Deuce Songtext
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Is it constant change in view point,
Or the moving of the lines
That we drew last time when we came here?
Your promises they faulted now.
I tried to play the game
But the offside caught me out again.
I dropped the ball before the line,
But I lived to fight another day.
I'm make believing that you were tongue tied.
I was only dreaming with something sticking in my eye.
Or the moving of the lines
That we drew last time when we came here?
Your promises they faulted now.
I tried to play the game
But the offside caught me out again.
I dropped the ball before the line,
But I lived to fight another day.
I'm make believing that you were tongue tied.
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