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Sometimes, as the traffic goes byThe urge to cross the lineIs magnified from revolutionOf racing tiresInside this box, I spend most of my daysCreating lucid rhymes in hopes thatSomething I write gives freedomTo clarityEvery time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...It's easy for you to stand outsideIt's natural for you to criticizeOr mean offenseIt doesn't matterEvery time we play this gameYou winI loseAgainEvery time we play this game, you win, I lose, again.Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again...Every time we play this game, you win, I lose, again... From Letras Mania