Puppet on a String
Said he was in danger, lost hope with twisted angles
Had a face like yours and mine, but a heart that skipped in time
Said he was too common, if only we could sell him
It makes for happy hearts, it makes for corporate whores

Are you divine?
Have you ever been?
Maybe you can stop me before I do something to myself
Or maybe you could...

Put my head into your chest and my arms around your back
I am not beautiful like you
I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend
Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance
Die alone

You're such a waste of time
You're such a waste of skin
You're just a puppet on a string
Now, let me hear ya sing!
Found a secret agent
The one who makes you famous
But she'll take you down with force, a patriot of course
She's got a sense of style, a sense for our revival
But he wonders which is worse, the contract or the curse

Well, I'm divided in three segments
One for God and man to fight for
One for you and me to die for
One for land
Take my hand, 'cause you're divine

Put my head into your chest and my hands around your neck!
I am not beautiful like you
I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend
Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance
Die alone

You're such a waste of time
You're such a waste of skin
You're just a puppet on a string
Now, let me watch you swing

Are you happy now?
Take my hand, take my hand
'Cause you're divine
You're divine
You're divine
You're divine
I am not beautiful like you
I hate the way you look at me, I hate the way you trend
Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance
Die alone

You're such a waste of time
You're such a waste of skin
You're just a puppet on a string
Now, let me watch you!
Swing!

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Tip-toe
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Tip-toe, tip-toe
Tip-toe, tip-toe
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