Words & Music by Debby Schwartz
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Close enough to touch
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Nothing I can see, but I am feeling
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The presence of a ghost who haunts me still
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Trapped between the walls of his illusions
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Trapped with only time to kill
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Here lies an actor with no drama
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here lies a leader with no plan
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And I do not exist
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But for one exception, I am nothing
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But witness to this Misanthropic Man
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Nothing else seems true
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Nothing but to know this game we're playing
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Nothing but this scene we're walking through
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Nothing matters, even what he's saying
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Nothing I could tell you
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Here lies a thief confused by stealing
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Here lies a player who can't jam
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And I do not exist
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But for one exception, I am nothing
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But witness to this Misanthropic Man
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So play another hand
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Try to find some meaning in your chaos
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There's no context fitting for you now
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There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps
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You want to take it all in hand, but
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You're not the dealer at this table
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You're not the one to call the dance
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You're nearly obsolete
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But for your existence, you are nothing
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But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance
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Misanthropic Man
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| Joan Osborne |
