We didn't change these lyrics at all. So I didn't change the division of lines between them, either. They're divided just like in the Chess OBC. (It really works well.) Again, listen to the recording for a clearer picture of what it should sound like.
You take care, you don't let their shenanigans blind you
And you're wrong to forget you've got your country behind you
You're a fool if you think you can wave a flag and inspire some dramatic
If I want bad enough, then it's in the bag
If I don't, you're a mere distraction
You taught me, baby, how the few who win acquire
What their hearts desire
It ain't practice, it ain't skill
They'll help: but not as much as wanting will!
No contest, baby, pay no mind to reputation
You want concentration, when they pick him off the floor it's cuz I wanted it a little more
You can win, you can lose, take or be a possession
You taught me how to choose: and the key is obsession!
See my eyes, are they safe, are they even sane? Are they warm
when they seem to greet you?
You don't know, you can't tell, but it should be plain--these are eyes that are gonna beat you!
Don't ever tell me I don't know the way to play it
Do I have to say it?
Doesn't matter what he tries
I have him, you can see it in the eyes
No contest, baby
Barely any point in playing
When it's just delaying what we both already know
He lost it a woman and a half ago