the fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is
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the shortness of stride, not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this
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everything starts to spin all at once
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if you hear something strange in my voice oh its conviction
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detest my words they have no ill meaning
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run your fingers back and forth over this sheet of paper
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so where's the heart?
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its not coming through
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who is this for?
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so where's the heart?
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if you hear something strange in my voice oh its conviction
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detest my words they have no ill meaning
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were caught between the storms that never mattered
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oh dear puppet wake up and cut the strings before the next show
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i believe that this is in your blood, by all means take your place, take your place
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put yourself into this letter
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we've all had it alright
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we dropped the ball.
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Just Another Marionette
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| Emarosa |
