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I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too |
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A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints |
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Once you were on my side |
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But I will make you wish that I had died |
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I had died |
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Wounded |
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Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah |
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The machines we have built for the end |
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Another year, another friend or foe |
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Burn their cities, scorch the earth below |
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The times have changed and so too have our needs |
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This time it's you on which the fire feeds |
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Fire feeds |
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Wounded |
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If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah |
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When your friends are enemies, you'll be sold |
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Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah |
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The machines we have built for the end |
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Wounded |
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World |
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Wounded |
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