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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Coin is tossed, game's begun Moving up to number one Tried so hard to see the sun But it's clouded by the closing gun Saw the score but couldn't explain How victory can bring such pain How your heart's fires, their killing flame Can be the indicating stain On my lonely life "Victory" is such a misleading word Can't you see the truth isn't what you heard Victory -- so what if I have won It isn't that much fun When I'm without you Now it's like I am the starting quarterback I've stepped on up through the endless pack And while you keep trying to get on the right track You're only being beaten back The game is done, the score is showing plain And amidst the pouring of chilled champagne There's a memory there of my fleeting flame But that isn't what I sought to gain today "Victory" is such a misleading word Can't you see the truth isn't what you heard Victory -- so what if I have won It isn't that much fun When I'm without you |