You Are Not A Player.
Hey, You
You carry my name
But, your too kind and sweet to be me
You have games and treaks. (True)
Yet, you never win
A Player like me who has no heart
To break another heart
Hey, you
You are not a player
So, run, run to find your foot trace
We, maybe twins
But,
You are not me
And will never be me.
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