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Hate To Love This Game - (Me, a guitar, a wild story)

Hate To Love This Game (Me, a guitar, a wild story) Written and, Performed by Doug Jackson © It’s all too far extreme a monster by design Not a real bad dream just playin’ in my mind Death-whore’s the game and, every kill’s a crime In a war that no one claims but, it’s playin’ all the time I hate to love this game No memory left at all of the moment I fell in This pit of serpent protocol to die if I don’t win Faces haunt my sleep not a single one my friend This game is just too deep and, it never has an end I hate to love this game I curse my granite heart for the day that I became Satisfied to tear apart every player in this game No matter who gets dead or, who gets out the same I’m just one step ahead of a bullet with my name I hate to love this game Chorus I hate this game so much I’d buy tickets just to play Someone‘s time is always up and, I play it every day Truth is hidden in the dark And, covered by disguise Whoever gets the mark There’s no place safe to hide I hate to love this game A silencer, a smoke line chalk white when I’m through The Reaper’s always close behind He follows every move I’m dead if I get caught so, I live by just one rule Use anything I got and, kill before they do I hate to love this game My life is incomplete I’m a shadow in-between Always sweatin’ different sheets to cover where I been Every day’s a nightmare my brain's about to scream Death is lurking everywhere and, nothin’s what it seems I hate to love this game Chorus I hate this game so much I’d buy tickets just to play Someone‘s time is always up and, I play it every day Truth is hidden in the dark and, covered by disguise Whoever gets the mark There’s no place safe to hide I hate to love this game Stories in the headlines they never tell the truth Ghost-like dagger serpentines no one knows what they do Players start the show Pawns all start to move They come & go & noone knows who is really who I hate to love this game Now, everything about this game is just so really wrong A virus of the mind to blame but, I've known it all along Always one more turn to come it’s just the same old song The simple truth is no one really wants it to be gone I hate to love this game Finale’ They thought they made a worker But, they bought a killer bee My instinct is to kill and cure Whatever’s buggin’ me Now, I know the player’s names who took my soul to sell I’m comin’ back to end their game And, send them straight to hell I hate to love this game I hate to love this game I hate to love this game

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