h a v e   a   c i g a r   -   p i n k   f l o y d come in here, dear boy, have a cigar you're gonna go far, fly high you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love you well, i've always had a deep respect i mean that most sincerely the band is just fantastic, that is really what i think oh, by the way, which one's pink? and did we tell you the name of the game, boy? we call it riding the gravy train we're just knocked out we heard about the sell out you're gonna get an album out you owe it to the people we're so happy we can hardly count everybody else is just green have you seen the chart? it's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team and did we tell you the name of the game, boy? we call it riding the gravy train
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		act v. the truth. (love is hard work. and, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) love is a game. if they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. there are no ties. maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). it's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. it's harder when it asks something of you. you just might be afraid to give. give it anyway. the heart is the most resilient muscle. it is also the stupidest. so if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. if it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.