The Grand Master Game
The grand master game
Your good heart
Isn't good enough my friend
Keep the good heart for yourself
And play the game
Cos life has become a game
Of the survival
The grand master game
Now the good man dies young
If he got to live
Then he grow old in poverty
Do you want to live this kind of life
Says the grand master
Here the good heart turn cold
Start to learn how to live with out
It soul
Becomes part of the player
And now his own life is at control
Freedom is far from him cos
He is now a pulpit
His opinion depends on the game
And he must be royal
Else
He we meet his maker faster than expected
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