| Marionette I haven’t met you yet
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| I hear you’re good I hear you’re made out of wood
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| Not quite as blind as you might think she’d be
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| Her roots are deep, they run as deep as a tree
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| And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings
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| Now the strings attach to everything
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| It’s twisted and tangled and troubled with anger
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| But somehow you still swing
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| Tried all my tricks I tried to steal a kiss
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| Splinters and slivers stuck all over my lips
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| She thinks she must be doing something wrong
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| Hair-pullin' strings and then they string you along
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| And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings
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| Now the strings attach to everything
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| It’s twisted and tangled but I’ve got an angle
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| On just what makes you swing
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| Hanging by a string
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| She is wearing thin
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| She’s up to workin' sometimes fours a day
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| No, the boss he makes her do things his way
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| So why do you think she’s so scared of ya
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| What do you think makes her that way
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| When push comes to shove she’ll push and shove
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| It doesn’t always have to be this way
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| She’s savin' up for a vacation somewhere
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| Why do you think she’s so scared of you
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| What do you think makes her that way
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| When push comes to shove she’ll push and shove ya
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| It’s very hard work when you don’t get paid
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| And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings |