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Childish Games
Ready or not, away you run.
Where'd you go?
I hope I can find you.
You still play this childish games;
You hide, I seek.
Sometimes you're gone for days--
But why?
You give me no warning.
I don't see the fun.
I weep and wail;
I fear you're lost forever.
I have never found you.
You just come back with no answers.
I need answers.
Give me a hint.
Marco--
Is it worth it?
Do you feel you've won?
But you always give me a rematch
As if to anguish me further.
Others have teamed up against you,
But they are no match for you.
You have endless hideaways--
Endless tricks up your sleeve.
See how here's no rabbit in the hat?
Tag, you're it!
Let's see you try to catch me.
It's all the same though, is it not?
When I'm gone, you're gone.
When you're gone, I'm lost.
Found the treasure chest to see that it's empty.
It has all amounted to nothing,
But you still keep looking.
I keep looking for you.
I feel nothing without you--
No joy, no sorrow--
This isn't my Eldorado.
Every time you go,
We're one step closer to permanent decay.
Don't shoot for the bullseye.
The more I struggle,
The tighter the monster's jaws.
Where'd you go?
I hope I can find you.
You still play this childish games;
You hide, I seek.
Sometimes you're gone for days--
But why?
You give me no warning.
I don't see the fun.
I weep and wail;
I fear you're lost forever.
I have never found you.
You just come back with no answers.
I need answers.
Give me a hint.
Marco--
Is it worth it?
Do you feel you've won?
But you always give me a rematch
As if to anguish me further.
Others have teamed up against you,
But they are no match for you.
You have endless hideaways--
Endless tricks up your sleeve.
See how here's no rabbit in the hat?
Tag, you're it!
Let's see you try to catch me.
It's all the same though, is it not?
When I'm gone, you're gone.
When you're gone, I'm lost.
Found the treasure chest to see that it's empty.
It has all amounted to nothing,
But you still keep looking.
I keep looking for you.
I feel nothing without you--
No joy, no sorrow--
This isn't my Eldorado.
Every time you go,
We're one step closer to permanent decay.
Don't shoot for the bullseye.
The more I struggle,
The tighter the monster's jaws.
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