The marionetter has your number
Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own
Dragging your conscience on the stage
And your heart gets rearranged
You cannot tell your mentor from your maker
Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
Over the way you entertain at beckon call
They don't see behind the lights, or the painted backgrounds
They just like to see you fall

And you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

Feel a sadness like gapetto
Watchin' the life that he created run away
Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion
And holdin' over remains
(Of puppets that had rotted away)
(One)
Day the curtain will not open (will not open)
And all of the crowds will go away (crowds will go away)
Sometimes those strings will choke you,
But until that day

I feel a sadness like gapetto
Watching the life that he created run away
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion,
And holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away
One day the curtain will not open
And all of the crowds will go away
Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day
(Until that day)

Well you won't really mind
And you're just wasting time
You don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

And you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

Just a boy on a string

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