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And we remain within the game
Upon our righteous land, the same
Starting from January's cold
February's blizzard turns to gold
We cannot break or walk away
We're chained and bound to stay
Every evening, breathing soft and slow
Into the dusty glass we blow
And every night the streetlights glow
Lighting up the corners down below
Whispering low into the night
The rooms are round, beneath the light!
But we remain within the game
Upon our righteous land, the same!
It covers every city street
Warm cozy dens and dark retreats
The roads that lead us far away
Where they give food and shelter every day
A quiet peace will feel so near
Behind the barred glass, crystal clear
When softly, without any sound
The last of heat leaves the ground
Quiet peace behind the glass
When the last heat leaves at last
We stay!
And every night the streetlights glow
Lighting up the corners down below
Whispering low into the night
The rooms are round, beneath the light!
But we remain within the game
Upon our righteous land, the same!
Softly and lightly
The last heat goes away
In the game
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