The Dying Game
Will you play The Dying Game
Will you wait to hear your name
Watching as the circles nears
Watching watching all your fears
One then two then three and four
Friends and family die off before
Before we’re ready, before we grip
The Dying Game is just life’s trip
Aging aging aging more
The Dying Game
Grows evermore
The Dying Game is not much fun
Most try to hide, some try to run
Some try to cure all of their ills
With bottles, bags and lots of pills
But ‘er The Dying Game persists
You cannot avoid
If you’re on the list
A circle closing closer in
Closing closing til you spin
Wondering when will it be me
Wondering worry
It’s fate, you see
Will you play The Dying Game
Will you wait to hear your name?
Will you dance under the stars
And worry not it’s life, it’s ours
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