Leo Sayer - The End of the Game Lyrics

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The End of the Game

The End of the Game Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The End of the Game By Leo Sayer?
Though he heard her clearly
She said it so sincerely That's something that he doesn't understand Her words were choked and broken She left him with a token The note he is holding in his hand (Don't let me down, don't let me down) Is this the end of the game And will you put out the flame And fly away Don't fly away Now let's find out who's too blame And start all over again Don't fly away Don't fly away Way across the city Waiting on a taxi Holding cases Standing in the hall Thinking "well if only" She's feeling sad and lonely Hoping 'gainst all hope that he will call Don't let me down Don't let me down Is this the end of the game And should I put out the flame And fly away, and fly away And if I walk out again Is it true that the pain Will fly away, fly away Fly away The taxi driver's talking But she doesn't hear a single word he says Fly away, The tears fall so easily Keep falling 'til she climbs aboard the plane And it's the end of the game With only fortune to blame [Solo] Yes, it's the end of the game But love was given in vain Sail away, sail away Just like the sunshine and rain It's true that one day will pain will fly away Fly away, fly away |
Who Wrote The End of the Game By Leo Sayer?
David A. Courtney, Leo Sayer
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What's The Duration Of The The End of the Game By Leo Sayer?The duration of The End of the Game is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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