"Victims Of The Game"
(c) Copyright 2014 Jeff Hall at SongRegistration.com
Where’s that magic I remember in my mind,
Take me back to a special place and time.
When promises were kept and dreams came true,
And there was someone out there made just for you.
Sent from up above….
When I believed in love……
Now its too little pleasure, too much pain
Foolish as a child, loves a losing game
Have’nt you learned, you can only get burned
Like moths to a flame, we’re all victims of the game
And its always the same, always a crying shame
Like moths to a flame, we’re all victims of the game
Next time hearts are dealt, I’ll just refrain
Because a fools still a fool by any other name
And I’ve learned the hard way that its all in vain
And its never gonna change
So we only have ourselves to blame
And its always the same, always a crying shame
Like moths to a flame, we’re all victims of the game
Fools gold boy, don’t you know
Just like the wishing well, just another fairytale
Promised heaven, sent straight from hell
Tempted and tried, and got burnt alive
Left for dead, can’t get em outta your head
And start it all over again
Victims of the game
And its always the same, always a crying shame
Like moths to a flame, we’re all victims of the game
And we'll never change…..