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Heart Strings
You think I'm your puppet
by the things you make me do
You pull on my strings
and you think they're tried and true
But if one of these little ties
begin to wear and fray
You will lose control of me
and I will have my way
Then who will be the master
And who will feel the sting
As I see YOU crying silently
Like a puppet on a string
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