| Night time in Budapest
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| So many people are waiting in line
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| Darkness without a glow
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| What a night to be watching a Christmas show
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| What a magical mystery feeling
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| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
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| Almost human in size
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| Like children with plague in their flesh
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| These Puppets are oh so grotesque
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| Night time in Budapest
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| The Puppet Theater is so dark inside
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| Gas lamps light the stage
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| We’re watching as the curtain begins to rise
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| What a magical mystery feeling
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| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
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| Almost human in size
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| Like children with plague in their flesh
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| These Puppets are so grotesque
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| Sssssshhhh… here come the Puppets
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| There is 1.2…I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing
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| Then they start to walk, in line
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| And suddenly they’re all on the stage
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| I see the Puppet Master high above on the walkway
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| He pulls one string and up goes a leg. |
| Down goes a head
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| He pulls one more and he lets them all go!
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| No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all…
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| I take a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage. |
| Oh no
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| I think he looked at me. |
| ME, is he alive?
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| I get a little scared… as he starts to play his drum
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| On the skin of his hand, I see a little cut… BLOOD
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| Night time in Budapest
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| So many things here are not what they seem
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| But we love them all
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| What a night to remember forevermore
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| What a magical mystery feeling
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| Dancing at the end of their silvery strings
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| Almost human in size
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| Like children with plague in their flesh
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| These Puppets are so grotesque
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| The show has come to an end
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| The Master himself is on the STAGE
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| With his CHILDREN, the curtain must fal |