Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game
One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame, love is a losing game
Played out by the band,
love is a losing hand
More than I could stand,
love is a losing hand
Self-professed, profound,
'til the tips were down
Know you're a gambling man,
love is a losing hand
Though I'm rather blind,
love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
love is a fate resigned
Over a futile odds,
and laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame,
love is a losing game

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