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The Puppet Master

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The puppet Master

Controlling my strings,making me dance,
You love me, the show is going great, singing the merry tune,
Until we hit the second act,
You drop the curtain, you drop my handle
Now I can't move!

I lay on the ground thinking, this can't be true,
We're on the second act, I 'm part of the show!
The curtains open, you didn't pick up my handle
I see another girl just like me!

He's controlling her handle, she looks happy,
I still lay on the ground forgotten and cold,
He never touched me once during act two,
The curtains drop, she stays up,

He picks up my handle
I get excited, thinking, I'm back in the show!
But he tosses me out, to be remembered no more.





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