drift out into a distant place
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crawl back towards a steady base
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and make a frame, in which you can play your final game
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can you make sure that where I've been will fade
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far away from every space that I create
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don't stop until you made your wings
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fly far away from the puppet on strings
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take me to where I can let go of what I feel deep inside
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'cause I'm not who I am
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let me choose which way I want to go
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make way, watch out, get away
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I'm not using a brake
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'till i find my place
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'till i find my perfect place
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Puppet On Strings
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| Face Tomorrow |
