The Game by Echo & The Bunnymen (1987)
Intro
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A sense of duty was my one intention
and an ugly beauty was my own invention
Pride a proud refusal
I refuse to need your approval
Too many seekers, too few beacons
But through the fog, we'll keep on beaming
Through the crying hours
of your glittery years
all the living out, of your tinsel tears
and the midnight trains, I never made
'cos I'd already
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played...the game
Everybody's got their own good reason
why their favorite season, is their favorite season
Winter winners and those summers suns
aren't good for everyone, aren't good for everyone
Spring has sprung and autumns
So well done, so well done
And it's a better thing
that we do now,
forgetting everything, the whys and hows
While you reminisce
about the things you miss
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you won't be ready, to kiss...goodbye
The earth is a world
The world is a ball
A ball in a game with no rules at all
And just as I wonder
at the beauty of it all
you go and drop it and it breaks when it falls
I'll never understand
why you thought I would
need to be reassured and be understood
When I always knew
that your bad's my good
and I was ready
ready...to be loved
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Born under Mars
With Jupiter rising
Fallen from stars
That lit my horizon
I'll never understand
why you thought I would
need to be reassured and be understood
When I always knew that your bad's my good
and I was ready, ready...to be
Through the crying hours
of your glittery years
all the living out of your tinsel tears
and the midnight trains
I never made 'cos I'd al-ready played
and it's a better thing
that we do now forgetting
Everything the whys and hows
While you reminisce about the things you miss
you won't be ready to kiss...goodbye