The world’s a game, it’s all pretend,
Some players play, they never bend.
But what to wish when you’re not free?
When every choice slips away from me.
I’ll throw my TV away,
No news, no web today.
My phone will sleep, I’ll just be gone,
To mountains high before dawn.
You won’t find me, I’ll stay unseen,
Just follow your heart, feel the dream.
And maybe the wind will carry your voice,
With words so true, with no disguise.
We don’t need what they sell,
Their tricks and lies, just break the spell.
Love doesn’t need their shiny things,
It lives in rain, in simple springs.
Let’s run away, let’s fly so far,
I’ll show you how bright each falling star.
The rain can sing, the sky can glow,
No words we need, just let it flow.
The world s a game...
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