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PUPPET STRINGS
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Randy Stonehill
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Oh, I can't keep from mourning
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For this topsy-turvy world
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With all its strife and pain
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Mourning for the lost
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And the desperate children
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Who can't remember their names
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And I can feel it in my soul
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Now the end is getting near
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I can hear the Devil laughing
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And its ringing in my ears
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Oh, long ago he chose us
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To inherit all his kingdom
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And we were blessed with light
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But wondering away
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We disobeyed him
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In the Garden
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And stumbled in to night
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And I can feel it in my soul
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Now the end is getting near
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I can hear the angels weeping
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And it's ringing in my ears
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CHORUS:
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We are all like foolish puppets
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Who desiring to be kings
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Now lie pitifully crippled
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After cutting our strings
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But God said, "I'll forgive you
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I will face you man to man
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And win your love again"
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Oh, how could there be possibly
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A greater gift of love
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Than dying for a friend?
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And I can feel it in my soul
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Now the end is getting near
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I can hear the Devil laughing
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And it's ringing in my ears
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
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Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
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Oh ah
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PUPPET STRINGS
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| Randy Stonehill |
