The marionette has your number Hes pulling your arms and legs Till you can't stand on your own Dragging your conscience on the stage And your heart gets rearranged And you cannot tell you mentor From you Maker Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter Or the way you entertain at beckon call They don't see behind the lights Or the painted background They just like to see you fall
Chorus: But you don't really mind And you're just wasting time You don't feel anything You're a boy on a string
I feel a sadness like Gapetto Watching the life that he created run away Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion
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