What is that look up on your face,a simple mood,have I fallen from grace.
Don't you tell me nothing is wrong,for just have more,should this be going on.
Is the sky too grey,did your milk taste bad today?
Did I fade it bad, was it something I have said, was it something I have said?
There we go on and on again,the same old game,of me to blame, of me to blame.
Here I go jumping round the bed,a stupid me,'cause you're the king,and I'm your puppet on a string, and I'm your puppet on a string.
Is it so hard to understand,this situation is getting out of here,but maybe there's something I've missed,a brandnew love,that's why you look so pissed.
Did I drive you mad in my wearing that old hat,tell me what to do,should I paint the grey sky blue, the grey sky blue?I wish I could look into your head,and read your thoughts,they're so instead, they're so instead.
Here we go on and on again,the same old game,when you're the king,and I'm your puppet on a string,I'm your puppet on a string,I'm your puppet on a string.
Ouhou..
Should I leave or stay,should I kiss your blues away,tell me what to do,I do anything for you,do anything, 'cause I'm not.I
#m just like your puppet on a string,you've cupet me,just hanging on,now hear my song,I'm just like a puppet on a string,oh can't you see,you're killin' me.
Ouhou... well I've had the thought to leave...I'm just like your puppet on a string,for in this game,you always win,I'm your puppet on a string, I'm your puppet on a string.
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