| So many years ago, many more than I’d
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| Even care to bear in my mind
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| From the darkest of all places I found you
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| All the limbs in their right places
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| And a heart made of real gold
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| Sell me your little doll, oh sir, I ask you kind
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| Every night I returned to watch them
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| The master and the puppet in the show
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| He said: «oh, no, I cannot sell him…
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| Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine.»
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| Please, sell me your puppet, sir
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| Name your price, oh please
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| Whatever you may ask, tenfold the price I pay
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| «Did I not make it clear?
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| This debate is over
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| I will never part from this puppet, my son…»
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| With hungry eyes I followed them all night
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| The blind master and the puppet he had made
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| «No, sir, to sell is not my will!»
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| The doll is mine, even if I have to kill…
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| So it shall be… if this is what it takes
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| «Oh, greed’s truly blinder than me…»
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| «Heart of gold is what you wish for?»
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| «So, this little boy… wants to be… a puppet, for real…»
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| So I have the golden heart
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| Now only needing the voice of the master
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| Never feel hunger, never grow older
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| My dream was to be a star in a real puppet show
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| It’s so hard to remember my life
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| The times before the show can I ever cut off the strings?
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| «take a bow, now dance and sing…»
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| Would you turn me to a child again?
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| «No, never, I am your Guide.»
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| You can see a small grin on the face of the master, when the puppet’s in his
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| place
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| Be careful what you wish for
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| Wishes might come alive
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| The twines are pulling me every day and night…
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| The show, the glitter and all the fame I’d give away for a life
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| Some things can end with a word, they say
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| This only ends with a sharp knife |