End Game: Words & Music copyright David Harley, 1974
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Written at a time when I was starting to realize that love doesn’t get any easier as you get older. In fact, it tends to get more complicated. Sketch for an arrangement.
Backup:
I’ve been looking out for zero
Since I don’t remember when
Praying not to draw
That same old blank again
But it seems at last time passing
Tears your paper shield apart
And love the silver bullet
Leaves its shrapnel in the heart
Madame
M’sieur
Les jeux sont faits
Wheal Alice Music 