Playing the Game © SRu 1-403-376 Alan Molin 2020

I can't get to sleeping; toss and turn in my bed.
My troubles just won't leave me alone.
The secrets that I'm keeping bearing down on my head.
I jump with every ring of the phone.

Don't tell me that I'm paranoid though that may be so.
And maybe no-one's after me, but how would I know.
I look to the left, I gotta look to the right.
Gotta watch my back, I gotta keep out of sight.

It's dragging me deeper in the pit of dispair.
The penalty for playing the game.
I think I need a keeper, help me get out of here.
It's all my fault, there's no-one else to blame.

Don't tell me that I'm paranoid though that may be so.
And maybe no-one's after me, but how would I know.
I look to the left, I gotta look to the right.
Gotta watch my back, I gotta keep out of sight.

I can't get to sleeping; toss and turn in my bed.
My troubles just won't leave me alone.
The secrets that I'm keeping bearing down on my head.
I jump with every ring of the phone.

Don't tell me that I'm paranoid though that may be so.
And maybe no-one's after me, but how would I know.
I look to the left, I gotta look to the right.
Gotta watch my back, I gotta keep out of sight.

Don't tell me that I'm paranoid though that may be so.
And maybe no-one's after me, but how would I know.
Gotta look to the left, I gotta look to the right.
Gotta watch my back, I gotta keep out of sight.

Playing The Game

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