Lyrics Playing God - Piano Tribute Players
Can't
make
my
own
decisions
or
make
any
with
precision
Well,
maybe
you
should
tie
me
up
so
I
don't
go
where
you
don't
want
me
You
say
that
I've
been
changing,
that
I'm
not
just
simply
aging
Yeah,
how
could
that
be
logical?
Just
keep
on
cramming
ideas
down
my
throat
Wo-o-o-ho-oh
You
don't
have
to
believe
me
But
the
way
I,
way
I
see
it
Next
time
you
point
a
finger
I
might
have
to
bend
it
back
Or
break
it,
break
it
off
Next
time
you
point
a
finger...
I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror
If
God's
the
game
that
you're
playing
Well,
we
must
get
more
acquainted
Because
it
has
to
be
so
lonely...
to
be
the
only
one
who's
holy
It's
just
my
humble
opinion,
but
it's
one
that
I
believe
in
You
don't
deserve
a
point
of
view,
if
the
only
thing
you
see
is
you
Wo-o-o-ho-oh
You
don't
have
to
believe
me
But
the
way
I,
way
I
see
it
Next
time
you
point
a
finger
I
might
have
to
bend
it
back
Or
break
it,
break
it
off
Next
time
you
point
a
finger...
I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror
This
is
the
last
second
chance
(I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror)
I'm
half
as
good
as
it
gets
(I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror)
I'm
on
both
sides
of
the
fence
(I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror)
Without
a
hint
of
regret...
I'll
hold
you
to
it
I
know
you
don't
believe
me
But
the
way
I,
way
I
see
it
Next
time
you
point
a
finger
I
might
have
to
bend
it
back
Or
break
it,
break
it
off
Next
time
you
point
a
finger...
I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror
I
know
you
won't
believe
me
But
the
way
I,
way
I
see
it
Next
time
you
point
a
finger
I
might
have
to
bend
it
back
Or
break
it,
break
it
off
Next
time
you
point
a
finger...
I'll
point
you
to
the
mirror
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