You win some, you lose some Is how the saying goes But the truth isn't quite that clear It's how you play the game Is what's supposed to matter But that ain't getting us anywhere Fool me twice, shame on me That's supposed to teach us But we're just so sick of being fooled Live and let learn Or turn the other cheek? I just can't remember the rules Do unto others As they would to you Is this some kind of sick joke? Prove you're a fool By opening your mouth Too late... Too damn late
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