Players

 

Well, l'm only just a player on this sad little stage

I find my mark, I say my lines, act out the fear and rage

And I thought that you were just a player too in this tiny little cast

And though I know they never do, I'd hoped this run might last

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But now you say you wrote this play and you're cutting out my scenes

"It's only art," you tell me, but I don't know what that means

'Cause life is just a big stage, girl, we're walking shadows all

However bright your candle burns, that curtain's gonna fall

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But if that's the way you see it, then that's how it's got to be

If the script that you've been writing doesn't have a part for me

Just give me one last scene before you lock that backstage door

I'll strut and fret, but then you just won't see me any more

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Any idiot can tell a tale, but it doesn't mean a thing

A wise man may say nothing, and a fisherman be king

So as you dim the footlights, I'll walk slowly towards the wing

Wondering how you'll bear the strain that playing God must bring

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