im still in the GameA Story by Lewis FindleyA bit of a song
(a bit of a song)
Im still in the game... Still quite a player... They all know my name... after all of these years... Lord what did I do And what did I say? What kind of effects of the games i did play? Was it for love? Was it for money? For the Good Lord Above. or for all of the honeys? Is it my fortune? Is it my fame? what is the reason That Im still in the game? O this dreadful game... That I still play O lord will it be Till the Old Final Day... Lord will you return.. If you do, hurry soon... Maybe at morning midnight or noon.. coz Im still in the game... Still quite a player... They all know my name... after all of these years... Lord what did I do And what did I say? What kind of effects of the games i did play? Lord I do grieve Night After night.. I seem so happy but my lifes such a fright.. I cannot be serious I cannot be tamed.... Lord can I stop playing the game O Lord the game it was once fun Lord i was once was A son of a gun But its gotten old And its turned to the shame...... is it the devil callin........my name????????? O Lord the game... this is a joke... The Englismen say he's a miserable bloke.. turned into disaster.... I BACKED INTO THE FAN!!!!! And now the game has become a sham... Well I finally died.. And I stood at the gate. Saint Peter said.. son you'll just have to wait.. While others got in... and others sent to flame....... Old Saint Peter was playing..... Some Miserable Game.....
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Added on October 2, 2013 Last Updated on October 2, 2013 AuthorLewis FindleySavannah, GAAboutDear Nicholas Be a man among men, to make your poor old daddy proud Uphold the law as you were taught. Dont be a mouthpiece, one overly loud. An actors life is a lonely life It is not the g.. more..Writing
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