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They pulled the stars down one by one |
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Hauled up the moon to shine upon |
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A velvet curtain rising |
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Now her puppet has cut his strings |
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The footlights glare |
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The trumpets blare |
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Why is your face drawn on so glum, old chum |
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Paintbrush dragging on a drum |
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The rim shot on the punch line that you fumbled |
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The crowd went home and left you |
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For dead |
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My old wooden head |
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Took the thimble and the thread |
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Choked back tears like a cymbal |
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The breath is slow and shallow too |
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The sky is bright Venetian blue |
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The cardboard sun is all ablaze |
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The air is painted Clifford Brown |
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Caressing "Yesterdays" |
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The steady gaze of your glass eye |
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Head in a basket smiling still |
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Free of will, free of wisdom |
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Can't feel my fingers anymore |
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Can't raise my hand and ask for more |
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Dance my doll across the floor |
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Or fire a flag from a pistol |
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("Bang") |
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They pulled the stars down one by one |
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Hauled up the moon to wish upon |
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The puppet finally cut his strings |
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And free at last from earthly things |
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He's dancing on the ceiling |
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With a showgirl in a feather dress |
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Time is meaningless |
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We carried you on buckled limbs |
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Through mournful airs and martyrs hymns |
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Then one blue and one more yellow pill |
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One keeps you quiet |
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One keeps you still |
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You sang "The Way You Looked Tonight" |
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Your voice is ringing true and clear |
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Then you wore them down like candlelight |
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And in the darkness |
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You'd best beware |
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And in the darkness |
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You'd best beware |
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You'd best beware |
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You'd best beware |
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I used to love him |
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When I used to care |
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Canopy |
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Satin trim |
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Slowly closing |
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The puppet has cut his strings |