Lynn Anderson - Games People Play Lyrics
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Games People Play
Games People Play Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Games People Play By Lynn Anderson?
Oh the games people now every night and every day now
Never meanin' what they say now never sayin' what they mean So they wile away the hours in their ivory towers 'Til they're covered up with flowers in the back of a black limousine Lotten da la da da da lotten da la a dee de dee Talkin' bout you and me and the games people play Oh we make one another cry break a heart then we say goodbye Cross our hearts and we hope to die that the other was to blame Neither one will ever give in so we gaze at an eight by ten Thinkin' bout the things that might have been and it's a dirty rotten shame Lotten da la da da da... People walkin' up to ya singing glory hallelujah And they're tryin' to sock it to ya in the name of the Lord They're gonna teach you how to meditate read your horoscope and cheat your fate And furthermore forget about hate come on and get on board Lotten da la da da da... Look around and tell me what you see what's happened to you and to me God grand me the serenity to just remember who I am 'Cause you've given up a sanity for a pride and your vanity Turn your back on humanity and you don't give a da da da Lotten da la da da da... Lotten da la da da da... |
Who Wrote Games People Play By Lynn Anderson?
Joe South
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What's The Duration Of The Games People Play By Lynn Anderson?The duration of Games People Play is 2:43 minutes and seconds. |
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