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Cheer the sad puppeteer, |
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Who constantly tugs as he snickers and sneers. |
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Frantically wiping his tears. |
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I'm always dancing in tandem with his teardrops so pained. |
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To the weeping; I shamefully lend out my frame. |
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Contortedly pulled to the centre of stage. |
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A re-enactment of his tragedy. Again and again. |
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Some abstracted form of attraction. Over and over again. |
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A marionette, I play my part. |
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The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part. |
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Dance to the beat of his tears. |
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His story had chilled me, haunting my guilty ways. |
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He wept for days over a picture frame; |
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scrawling to pages, his play. |
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A marionette, I play my part. |
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The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part. |
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Dance to the beat of his tears. |
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I watched his comfort turn to pain as he scowled his reflection. |
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How long had he been locked away? Had it turned him insane? |
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"Shatter the frame. It mirrors my pain. It's not me it's not me, I say." |
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A reflection of age. "Watch me shatter and break." |
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"This world was never meant for me, Keep me locked away. |
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This world was never meant for me. The show must go on." |
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The sad puppeteer he will stay. |
