Feeling like a marionette. Pull the strings and I will dance and sing. As the lights go on and the curtains open, spotlight shine on the puppet in the corner. The puppet in the corner with a smile shiny and bright. Feeling like a marionette. Pull my strings and I will sing and dance for you No. Not your muse . No. No. No. just a puppet. A marionette. Pull my strings and there I go
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meno1972 (
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Just a reflection of my previous relationship and how I felt.
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