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I walk the streets in solitude Through the rain, through the night Why did you leave me, why did you do it ? You just laughed and said „It was all just a game, no rules, no goal.“ I believed in us, I trusted you. And now it’s all over because of some show Look me in the eyes, say it to my face I want to hear it from, or don’t you dare ?