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Past 7 Days
Endgame (Pt. 2) was discovered most frequently at around 6 minutes and 45 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

1866, Wilhelm Steinitz
1894, Emmanuel Lasker
How straightforward the game
When one has trust in one's player
1921, José Capablanca
And how great the relief
Working for one who believes in
Loyalty, heritage
True to his kind come what may
1927, Alex Alekhine
How straightforward the game, (1935, Euwe)
When one is free from distraction
1948, Mikhail Botvinnik
When your only concern
Is laid out so clearly before you
Sixty-four squares, they're the reason
You know you exist
1957, Vasily Smyslov
It's the weak who accept (1960, Tal)
Tawdry untruths about freedom
1963, Tigran Petrosian
Prostituting themselves
Chasing a spurious starlight
Trinkets in airports
Sufficient to lead them astray
1969, Boris Spassky
Does the player exist (1972, Bobby Fischer)
In any human endeavor (1975, Anatoly Karpov)
Who's been known to resist (1985, Kasparov)
Sirens of fame and possessions?
They will destroy you, not rivals
Not age, not success
1956, Budapest is rising
1956, Budapest is fighting
1956, Budapest is falling
1956, Budapest is dying
[Instrumental]
They all think they see a man
Who doesn't know
Which move to make
Which way to go
Whose private life
Caused his decline
Wrecked his grand design
Some are vicious, some are fools
And others blind
To see in me
One of their kind
Anyone can be a husband, lover
Sooner them than me, when they discover
Their domestic bliss is shelter for their failing
Nothing could be worse than self-denial
Having to rehearse the endless trial
Of a partner's rather sad demands prevailing
As you watch yourself caring
About a minor sporting triumph, sharing
Your win with esoterics, paranoids, hysterics
Who don't pay attention to what goes on around them
They leave the ones they love the way they found them
A normal person must dismiss you with disgust
And weep for those who trusted you
Nothing you have said is revelation
Take my blues as read, my consolation
Finding out at last my one true obligation
Since you seem to have shut out
The world at large, then maybe I should cut out
My tiny, inessential world, inconsequential
In the kind of games you're playing
How do you do it?
I tried to be that cynical but blew it
I only changed your life, you left your home, your wife
I'm not surprised I slipped your mind
Nothing you have said is revelation
Take my blues as read, my consolation
Finding out at last my one true obligation
Listen to them shout, they saw you do it
In their minds, no doubt that you've been through it
Suffered for your art, but in the end a winner
We have never heard such an ovation
Who could not be stirred? Such dedication
Skill, and guts, a model for the young beginner
They're completely enchanted
But they don't take your qualities for granted
It isn't very often that the critics soften
Nonetheless you've won their hearts
How can we begin to
Appreciate the work that you've put into
Your calling through the years, the blood, the sweat, the tears
The late, late nights, the early starts?
There they go again, your deeds inflame them
Drive them wild, but then, who wants to tame them?
If they want a part of you, who'd really blame them?
And so, you're letting me go
For you're the only one who's never suffered anything at all
How you've hated my success
Well, I won't crawl, and you can slink back to your pawns and to your tarts
And every poisoned word shows that you never understood
Liar
Never
Liar
Never
Liar
Never
Liar
Never
Never
Nothing you have said is revelation
Take my blues as read, my consolation
Finding out that I'm my only obligation
Is there no one in my life
Who does not claim
The right to steal
My work, my name
My success, my fame
And my freedom?
Checkmate
Written by: Benny Andersson, Björn Ulvaeus, Tim Rice
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