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I've given up once again for you've proved one thing to me, You'll always be her puppet and she'll never let us be The thing that makes me angry , is you let her run the show Your every movement she controls, our life tossed to and fro It's no one's fault but your own yes, you're the one to blame And if you think I'm walking out with my head held in shame, You have been mistaken for I have more pride than that I'm sure you'll find another who will be your dancing mat Here's a final thought as I gather all my things, One day you may come to life and no longer have those strings Til then, continue dancing as she moves you all about The day you tire and collapse you'll find you've been tossed out And once the show is over this last thing I must add, Being real, means feeling pain of the life that you once had

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