Chess
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Anatoly:
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams,
Now they're obsessions.
Hopes became needs--
Lovers possessions.

Then they move in
Oh so discreetly,
Slowly at first--
Smiling too sweetly.
I opened doors
They walked right through them.
Called me their friend--
I hardly knew them.

Now I'm
Where I want to be,
And who I want to be,
And doing what I
Always said I would,
And yet I feel
I haven't won at all.
Running for my life,
And never looking back
In case there's someone
Right behind to shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall.

When the crazy wheel
Slows down,
Where will I be?
Back where I started.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm not complaining.
Times have been good--
Fast, entertaining.
But what's the point
If I'm concealing
Not only love,
All other feeling?

Now I'm
Where I want to be,
And who I want to be,
And doing what I
Always said I would,
And yet I feel
I haven't won at all.
I'm running for my life,
And never looking back
In case there's someone
Right behind to shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall.

When the crazy wheel
Slows down,
Where will I be?
Back where I started.

Viigand: [Spoken]
Comrade, Molokov tells me you want to play chess.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Go to hell.


Mirror lyrics:

Go to hell.
Anatoly: [Spoken]

Comrade, Molokov tells me you want to play chess.
Viigand: [Spoken]

Back where I started.
Where will I be?
Slows down,
When the crazy wheel

And say he always knew I'd fall.
Right behind to shoot me down
In case there's someone
And never looking back
I'm running for my life,
I haven't won at all.
And yet I feel
Always said I would,
And doing what I
And who I want to be,
Where I want to be,
Now I'm

All other feeling?
Not only love,
If I'm concealing
But what's the point
Fast, entertaining.
Times have been good--
I'm not complaining.
Don't get me wrong,

Back where I started.
Where will I be?
Slows down,
When the crazy wheel

And say he always knew I'd fall.
Right behind to shoot me down
In case there's someone
And never looking back
Running for my life,
I haven't won at all.
And yet I feel
Always said I would,
And doing what I
And who I want to be,
Where I want to be,
Now I'm

I hardly knew them.
Called me their friend--
They walked right through them.
I opened doors
Smiling too sweetly.
Slowly at first--
Oh so discreetly,
Then they move in

Lovers possessions.
Hopes became needs--
Now they're obsessions.
Once I had dreams,
In my position?
Who'd be the fool
Who needs ambition?
Who needs a dream?
Anatoly:


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