Tekster: Richard Marx. Flesh And Bone. Fool's Game.
Fool's game to risk perfection
Out here alone on a wire
Unsuspecting victim of desire
You wear a thousand faces
A master of disguise
And I'm addicted to the madness in your eyes
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the shadow of a doubt
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Your charms made me suffer
Why do I care where you are?
I'm afraid my dignity has strayed too far
Can't read what you're writing
Unable to make the call
Do you want me desperately
Or not at all?
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the one I dream about
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Can't read what you're writing
Unable to make the call
Do you want me desperately
Or not at all?
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the shadow of a doubt
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
I go crazy wondering what we might have been
No, no
Out here alone on a wire
Unsuspecting victim of desire
You wear a thousand faces
A master of disguise
And I'm addicted to the madness in your eyes
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the shadow of a doubt
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Your charms made me suffer
Why do I care where you are?
I'm afraid my dignity has strayed too far
Can't read what you're writing
Unable to make the call
Do you want me desperately
Or not at all?
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the one I dream about
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Can't read what you're writing
Unable to make the call
Do you want me desperately
Or not at all?
You will always be the one I dream about
And I know my heart won't beat the same again
You will always be the shadow of a doubt
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
Now I go crazy wondering what we might have been
I go crazy wondering what we might have been
No, no
Marx, Richard
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