Name Of The Game

In the middle of the field
You wonder how it feels
To be in the middle of along
Along hot Saturday

You were all over there
And the most local scenes
How it all begin
From the moment of the shining goal

Like it's gonna be a cold day
Like there is no one gonna blow a whistle
Don't blame me with no treat
'Cause I'm so tired and so sick
What's the name of the game
What's the name of the game
You were playin'
What's the name of the game
What's the name of the game
You were playin'

In the middle of the field
You wonder how it feel
To be in the middle of along
Along hot Saturday

You were all over there
And the most local scenes
How it all begin
From the moment of the shining goal

Like it's gonna be a cold day
Like there is no one gonna blow a whistle
Don't blame me with no treat
'Cause i'm tired and so sick
What's the name of the game
What's the name of the game
You were playin'
What's the name of the game
What's the name of the game
You were playin'

I tought I will be the only one who care
But I should have known before we play
Before we play
Playin' again
Playin' again



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Raymond Moss, Mulo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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