| See them walking
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| Keys are turning 'round in a circle
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| Feet don’t touch the ground
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| They are coming from tomorrow
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| Bringing gladness and some sorrow home
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| Plastic faces cannot hide their tears
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| Though they’re ageless, moments are their years
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| Walking faster to disaster
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| Children follow, beat the hollow drum;
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| We’re just the wind-up toys
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| For wind-up girls and wind-up boys
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| In a wind-up world that knows we are not real
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| In a box now you are put away
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| You won’t wind up till another day
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| Walking faster, you’re the master
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| Children follow, beat the hollow drum;
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| We’re just the wind-up toys
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| For wind-up girls and wind-up boys
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| In a wind-up world that knows we are not real, we are not real |