The puppet man
On the strings all the time
He can't run away
Even if he tries
He has his life
Stringing up high
Every movement he can't deny
He's the puppet man
On stage he will look
Like a king or prince or journeyman
He can fill his heart contents
Living the puppet life
Nobody will feel sorry
If he is in the box or cage
Lying there dreaming
Wanting to be free
The puppet man
He has no way to escape
He can dream and hope
But his life is on the strings
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