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Stop With The Games

Randy Fricke

You get me goin' Baby, you think you have me all figured out,
but you haven't got a clue, of what I'm about.

You scream and shout, and then you pout, you think you're winning but it's all for nothin'.
Don't lay that poor little me trip on me.

Stop With The Games. You know there's no one to blame but you.
I was only tryin' to have a little fun, you're the one, who blew it all up.

I know your secrets, I know your lies,
you think you're clever with your see through disquise.
But you wouldn't know the truth, if it hit you in the face.

Stop With The Games. You know there's no one to blame but you.
I was only tryin' to have a little fun, you're the one, who blew it all up.

And now you know the truth. Now you have the proof.
It's not a question of which side you see it from,
the facts don't lie so, don't even try.

I hope this issue, doesn't leave you stranded.
I could pull you back, just like I planned it.
Have a little faith, and stop freakin' out.
You've got the power in your mind you've got to have no doubt.

You think that someday maybe, you'll outgrow the messes you get into
no one around, to clean up after you.
You made your bed, now lay in it. I gave you everything so let's not forget,
I was the one, who taught you regret.

Stop With The Games. You know there's no one to blame but you.
I was only tryin' to have a little fun, you're the one, who blew it all up.

And now you know the truth. Now you have the proof.
It's not a question of which side you see it from,
the facts don't lie so, don't even try.






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