The game is over, over, over
No good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers
We might as well be apart
It hardly matters
We sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all
In a very short time
Time
Is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror
Rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like Saccharin
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you
I stop
I stop and think it over
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep separately And drop a smile passing in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time Is tapping on my forehead Hanging from my mirror Rattling the teacups And I wonder How long can I delay? We're just a habit Like Saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on The thought of leaving you I stop I stop and think it over Explain Request ×
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