We've been training Now we look like each other Face down and Booked and printed for young lovers Even as I write out of this song The ink wears off but the beat goes on
Chorus: I pledge my edge of the razor No minor league night in the majors Even though we cut up, we can really cut 'em down Though you're sharper than me, it's too late to turn around
Heavy trading On the floor at the market A million keys for my heart But they'll never unlock it We played for laughs now love is the prize If we're playing for keeps, keep these tears from my eyes
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Bridge: One slice of life One lover's lane One man and a wife Not taken in vain While they're cutting deals with grim reapers Tell me, where'd you get those peepers
Well I filling out all the pages of this questionaire But I left out all the details of this affair They'll never get it down on the books So they'll never know how much it took
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