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On a string, on a string, on a string I was held
The way that I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above me
And so I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it's always right with the music

Until all that swaying starts to make you sick

For a song I was bought
Now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue cards
Onto a stage, I was pushed
With my sorrow well-rehearsed
So give me all your pity and your money, now (All of it)

We used to think that sound was something pure

But if I could act like this was my real life
And not some cage where I've been placed
Well then, I could tell you the truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake
Now all anyone's listening for are the mistakes

(Oh, I'm sorry)
No, it's okay, it's okay
One two three, one two three