Pull a string and I
Wave my hand to you
Taken from the dark
Where're the scenery and dust

Boy with a mournful face
Girl with a broken hand
They are only dolls
Tired of life they play

Puppets can not cry
Puppets can not talk
Their world is a box
But they need some love to live

Fairy in the web
In an old paled dress
Whispers why do I have
No real blood to bleed

Will we hear it again
Laughter of a child
Only ghosts by our side
Act their grimy play

When you stay alone
In a whole world
You become a toy
That was throuwn away

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