The Game
Lyrics
Runnin' home
Past the empty office space
In the half-filled business park
That's where you first saw the place
And the lights went down
And the lights went down
And the night was rustling
Like an empty bag of crisps
And the song still on your lips
Like a song on the radio
Like a song on the radio
Let it all go ahh
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Don't you grow to that daft mentality
To that look, but now we'll see
To that old monotony
All the knives are out
All the smiles are out
And the lad just muscles in
And you keep your eyes apart
And you feel your self drift back
Like the songs on the radio
Our song's on the radio
Let it all go ahh
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Oh yeah, that's the game
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh yeah, that's the game
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Writer(s): Al Greenwood, Alex Rice, Ben Mack, Henry Young, Oli Dewdney, Rob Knaggs
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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