(Jimmy Webb)
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Marionette, your dress is all wet
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Did someone leave you outside in the rain,
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Or is it the pain
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that makes all the puppet tears
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roll down your cheek
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Or does the roof leak?
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Marionette, how could you forget?
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I told you your bright shining varnish
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would peel
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And how does it feel
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with the bright rouge all faded and
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the smile almost cracked
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Now that you've come back?
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Back to the toy shop by Brandenburg Gate
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I hope not too late
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'Cause my hands are much stiffer
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Than they were when first I
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painted your eyes.
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Marionette, no you're not finished yet;
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I'll mend you and make you like new,
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Paint your eyes blue,
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and make you as young as I was myself,
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And there on the shelf...
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You'll sit till the Puppet Man
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Comes round again.
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Marionette
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| Art Garfunkel |
