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Puppet Master's Song


Come my puppet… And the World shall see That I can make you Dance And I can make you Sing I can even make you Steal and Kill things All with the Pulls and Tugs of your Strings Come my puppet… I’m your Puppet Master And it is not your wooden Body But your Soul I am after Surrounded and filled with the audience laughter You can run but I run faster Come my puppet… It is your time to Shine Put on a smiling face As I Imprison your mind Jump, hold dishes and Walk the Line Remember you Belong to Me Until the end of Time Come my puppet… Ignore those Chains Tonight you will perform In front of a World that is in Pain A World that is Lost, A World that is Vain So Mask you tears with your Talent And Hide it in the Rain Jump, Sing, Twirl Hop and Spin Do Tricks and tell Jokes Then start over again Dance and Dance till enough is what you take Entertain till your wooden body breaks
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