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Komponistar
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Sangtekst: Lene Marlin. Playing My Game. Maybe I'll Go.

You think you've made it, everything's going so fine
But then appears someone who wanna tear you down
Wanna rip you off those few nice things you've found
When and if you hit the ground then it's falling kinda hard

'Cause all you do is being yourself
Trying everything to succeed somehow
But that's not the way things are right now
Feeling kinda lost

Those reasons, those unkind words being expressed
Oh, they'll get to you, I promise one day
But maybe then it's too late for you to say
I knew it from the go 'cause you know
That's some miles away from the truth, don't forget

Hey, what do you think of me now?
Am I not like I once were?
Still if you don't know me
What's the story of this pen

I guess you're not a stranger
And I can tell you're not a friend
It might take a while but I guess I'll manage waiting till then
Then when you confront me with your thought

You may think I don't notice, don't get a bit hurt by what you do
I ask you to please think of what I've done to you
Please search inside and let me know
If I've done something wrong, I guess I'll go

Far hidden
Never to be found
Just let me know then I'll go
Then I'll go