Ha ha ha ha...
Four!
The marionetter has your number
He's pulling your arms and legs 'til 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
But you don't really mind
'Cause you're just wasting time
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
I feel a sadness like Gepetto, 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 (crowd will go away)
Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day
But you won't really mind
And you're just wasting time
You don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy, who's the boy
Who's the boy
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
Guess you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
You don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
Just a boy on a string
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