(Jay Gordon Re-mix)
Forfeit the game before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame
Cover up your face you can't run the race
The pace is too fast you just won't last
You love the way I look at you
While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through
You take away if I give in
My life, my pride is broken
You like to think you're never wrong
(You like to think you're never wrong)
You have to act like you're someone
(You have to act like you're someone)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You want someone to hurt like you)
You want to share what you've been through
You live what you learn
You love the things I say I'll do
The way I'll hurt myself again just to get back at you
You take away when I give in
My life, my pride is broken
You like to think you're never wrong
(You like to think you're never wrong)
You have to act like you're someone
(You have to act like you're someone)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You want someone to hurt like you)
You want to share what you've been through
(You live what you learn)
Forfeit the game before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame
Cover up your face you can't run the race
The pace is too fast you just can't last
Forfeit the game before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame
Cover up your face you can't run the race
The pace is too fast you just can't last
You have to act like you're someone
(You have to act like you're someone)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You want someone to hurt like you)
You want to share what you've been through
You like to think you're never wrong
(You like to think you're never wrong)
You have to act like you're someone
(You have to act like you're someone)
You want someone to hurt liBy the clear and the winding streams
In the Valley of Strathmore,
Where my love and I have been,
Where we'll wander nevermore.
CHORUS
But if time was a thing Man could buy,
All the money that I have in store,
I would give for one day by her side,
In the Valley of Strathmore.
From the glen of the golden and green
I left for a land far away
Where sadness has never been seen
And joy only costs a day's pay.
In Strathmore there's a long working day
For a man wi' his hands on the ploo
But it's work I'd be happy tae dae,
If at night I were lyin' wi' you.
As I take a long draught from my glass
Oh I'm drinking alone here again
And I try no' to think o' my lass
For the old days will ne'er come again.