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How did they teach you to be |
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Just a happy puppet dancing on a string? |
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How did you learn everything |
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That comes along with slavish funnery? |
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Tell me something, if the world is so insane |
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Is it making you sane again to |
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Let another man tug at the thread |
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That pulls up your nodding head? |
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How did they teach you to be |
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Just a happy puppet dancing on a string? |
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How do you manage to live inside |
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This tiny stage you can't leave? |
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Tell me something, if the world is so insane |
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Is it making you sane again to |
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Let another man tug at the thread |
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That pulls up your nodding head? |
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A dullard strung on the wire |
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When the master's gone you hang there |
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With your eyes and your limbs so lifeless |
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Tell me something, if the world is so insane |
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Is it making you sane again to |
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Let another man tug at the thread |
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That pulls up your nodding head? |
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How did they teach you to be |
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Just a happy puppet dancing on a string? |
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How do you manage to speak |
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Your mouth a frozen grin? |
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A dullard strung on the wire |
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When the master's gone you hang there |
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With your eyes and your limbs so lifeless |
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Tell me something, if the world is so insane |
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Is it making you sane again to |
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Let another man tug at the thread |
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That pulls up your empty wooden head? |
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Your hollow head, your marble eyes |
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Your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins |
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All wait in limbo for the man |
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Who knows how to move you this way |
