Text: T.S.O.L.. It's Gray.

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Once around the cycle you can get used to it
Twice around the cycle you can get more of it
Three times around the cycle and you start to get sick, sick, sick
Four times around the cycle and you wonder is it worth it?

Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know and it makes me feel so down, so down, oh so down
Well It's Gray, it's gray

You've gotta tell me that you love me but you know it's just a lie
You've gotta tell me that you love me causes you know it makes me cry
Well I look into your eyes and I see all I fear
This gray game you're playin' keeps me cryin' black tears

Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know and it makes me feel so down, so down, oh so down
well it's gray, it's gray

You look one way, you can see the gray game,
You look the other way, you can see it's just the same
We live out our lives in fear and in shame
Lies, and adultry and everything else that maims, that maims

Well I don't know what it's all about
And it makes me wonder will it ever work out
Well I don't know and it makes me feel so down, so down, oh so down
well It's gray