Marionette I haven't met you yet
I hear you're good I hear you're made out of wood
Not quite as blind as you might think she'd be
they run as deep as a tree
And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings
Now the strings attach to everything
It's twisted and tangled and troubled with anger
But somehow you still swing
Tried all my tricks I tried to steal a kiss
Splinters and slivers stuck all over my lips
She thinks she must be doing something wrong
They pull the strings and then they string you along
And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings
Now the strings attach to everything
It's twisted and tangled but I've got an angle
On just what makes you swing
Hanging by a string
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