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I'm a tangled up puppet,
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Spinning round in knots,
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And the more I see what I used to be,
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The less of you I've got.
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There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
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You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild
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Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello
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Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go
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You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs of love"
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For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove
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Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own
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But you just turn away and say "please leave me alone."
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And I'm a tangled up puppet
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All hanging in your strings
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I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
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Fluttering my wings
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And the more that I keep dancing
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And spinning round in knots
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The more I see what I used to be
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And the less of you I've got
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You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things
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You keep changing your moods like your earings and rings
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But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard
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Just for a moment I caught you off guard
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But now you write your secret poems
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In a room just for your dreams
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You don't find time to talk to me
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About the things you mean
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And what I mean is--
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I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts
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And find the grace and form of a fine work of art
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Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own
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Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all alone
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Tangled Up Puppet
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Harry Chapin |