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Defeat? part 1

They call me Puppeteer
dry your tears
golden strings and
fragile dreams
Oh Puppeteer
dry your tears
broken hearts your nimble fingers steer

It's always like this
standing alone here
all on my own here
Is it selfish?
The pain was mounting
Can't let them in here
I'm holding up here
why's the dark so crushing?

and then a figure came reflecting golden light
and then the air grew still, I knew it wasn't right
the fear that sprang up in my heart told me to run
but when he sang so softly I knew that my fight was gone

Puppeteer
calm your fears
to be alone
this pain I've known
Puppeteer
calm your fears
just let go embrace the warm glow
Puppeteer
dry your tears
golden strings and
fragile dreams
Oh Puppeteer
dry your tears
broken hearts your nimble fingers steer
 






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