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Name Of The Game (Hensley) Here comes trouble in the shape of a lady She started cool but now she's coming around daily She's got some big ideas about being my baby It's her game with the name of love Now she's sure pretty that I have to confess But no five-star fox is getting me in a mess Let's buy a ring, she says, let's go out and get blessed It's her game and she calls it love Rock & Roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar When I sing with my sweet, my sweet guitar Don't waste your tears on me, go cry in the river What you need I ain't about to deliver I'm my own man and that's how I'm going to stay 'Cause music is the name of the game Rock & Roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold While I sing with my sweet guitar While I sing with my sweet, my sweet guitar (repeat to fade w/ vocal adlib)
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