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Puppet Strings


I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-
Turvy world / With all its strife and pain /
Mourning for the lost and the desperate

Children / Who can't remember their
Names

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
Is getting near / I can hear the devil
Laughing / And its ringing in my ears

Long ago He chose us to inherit all His
Kingdom / And we were blessed with light
/ But wandering away we disobeyed Him
In the garden / And stumbled into night

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
Is getting near / I can hear the angels
Weeping / And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who
Desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully
Crippled after cutting our own strings

But God said I'll forgive you I will face you
Man to man / And win your love again /
Oh how could there be possibly a greater
Gift of love / Than dying for a friend

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
Is getting near / I can hear the devil
Laughing / And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who
Desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully
Crippled after cutting our own strings

Cutting our own strings / Cutting our own
Strings / Cutting our own strings

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