| She watches anxiously
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| Helpless to protect
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| The girl in the goldfish bowl of light
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| The jigging marionette
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| And the woman in the wings
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| She worries when she sings out of key
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| The dancer as she twirls
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| Oblivious and calm
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| With tossed curls and swirls
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| She will face any storm
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| But the woman in the wings
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| She fidgets with her rings and wrings her hands
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| The puppet on the stage
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| Elusive and calm
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| Buttered and bruised
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| She collapses in the arms
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| Of the woman in the wings
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| Who gently takes the strings, leads her away
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| To a private dressing dressing room
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| She takes the doll apart
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| And packs her away in the wardrobe
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| Til the next show starts
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| Then the woman in the wings
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| Collects up all her things and goes home |