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Текст песни: Hey, what's the game that I like to play?
Looking for signs of another day
222 Psycho on a license plate
Sunday afternoon
Solo flying 95 on a sunny day
Coming onto you
But hey, memory is a hot breath of air
Down my neck, that's not soft and not sweet but a dare
To show you I'm here now
I had a plan that did not unfold
And time has a mind of its own
And you have a mind like a winding road
Embrace the heat, submit to the cold
But hey, there's a line in the sand that is drawn
Between luck and the work of the bond that we've won
Lest you walk through the door with your words
Walk through the door now
And you say, "It's okay to love in the dark"
In the dark, love in the dark
In the dark
In the dark, love in the dark
In the dark
In the dark, love in the dark
Looking for signs of another day
222 Psycho on a license plate
Sunday afternoon
Solo flying 95 on a sunny day
Coming onto you
But hey, memory is a hot breath of air
Down my neck, that's not soft and not sweet but a dare
To show you I'm here now
I had a plan that did not unfold
And time has a mind of its own
And you have a mind like a winding road
Embrace the heat, submit to the cold
But hey, there's a line in the sand that is drawn
Between luck and the work of the bond that we've won
Lest you walk through the door with your words
Walk through the door now
And you say, "It's okay to love in the dark"
In the dark, love in the dark
In the dark
In the dark, love in the dark
In the dark
In the dark, love in the dark
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