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Twelfth Night
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Puppets
Motive hidden – eye made of wood Nothing is evil – nothing is good Always precision – each thing in place Shapeless and splintered – awkward no grace
Puppets marching, strictly in time Movement predestined, tugs on the line
Pride in their engines – thought on the wane Caring unheard of – against the grain
Puppets marching, hear the wind whine Gusting and howling, tugs on the line Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Puppets marching, told to feel fine Scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line
Puppets marching, faulty design Strain overloading, fractures the line
Puppets marching Puppets marching Puppets marching Puppets die
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