You've got something to say
And I've got something to prove
We both want to play hard
And forget the rules
So we go down to the field
And find a new love to fill the void
Blow the whistle
Toss the coin
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You can be skins and I'll be shirts
We can pretend that this won't hurt
Standing on two separate sides
Working on secrets and lies
What is the point of this game
Tell me who will take the blame
When we both lose
(And our love it slips away)
Is this really the way
To get closer than before
You fake to the right
To even up the score
You and I were so in love
Now we're living on the run
Taking chances
In some game of luck