Player

Don’t you get sick of playing baby

Passing yourself around

Living up to other people’s illusions

Just waiting for the sun to go down

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Player, does it hurt to walk on glass, when the mirror smashes to the floor?

Player I’ll wipe the blood up that leads to your door

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Player player player

Gone and got me good

Oh player player player

Gone and got me good

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And what of the real person

Afraid to show he’s human

Pleases everyone around him

And drives himself to ruin

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Player, was it greener, did you find another lover

‘Will you come and find me, when all of this is over?’