Marionette
WHEN I'M WITH YOU
I'M IN MY FORMER STATE
OF BEING
THE PAST
IS THICK IN HERE
IT'S HARD TO BREATHE
YOU ARE THE MASTER
PULLING MY STRINGS
TOO MUCH TO SAY
AND NOT ENOUGH WORDS.
1998
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