Jimmy Webb If they ever drop the bomb, you said Ill find you in the flames. But now we act like people Who dont know each others names Well, sometimes it makes me sad, you know Sometimes it makes me smile Cause you know how the game goes, honey We all eat it once in awhile Scissors cut, paper covers rock Breaks the shining scissor You hurt me I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her Now, I look around at people Playing childrens games And I wonder if youre still thinking You might find me somewhere in the flames Scissors cut, paper covers rock Breaks the shining scissor You hurt me I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her
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