Boy On A String Lyrics

	作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay
	Ha, ha, ha
	FourMarionett has your number
	Its pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own
	Draggin' your conscience on the stage
	And your heart gets rearranged
	You cannot tell your mentor from your maker
	Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter
	Over the way you entertain at beck and call
	They don't see behind the lights
	Or the painted background
	They just like to see you fall
	And you don't really mind
	And you're just wasting time
	And you don't feel anything
	You're a boy on a string
	Feel a sadness like
	GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away
	Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion
	And holdin' over remains(Of puppets that had rotted away)(One)
	Day the curtain will not open(Will not open)
	And all of the crowds will go away(Crowds will go away)
	Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day(Sometime)(Until that day)
	Well you won't really mind
	And you're just wasting time
	You don't feel anything
	You're a boy on a string
	It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy
	It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy
	It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy
	It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy
	It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy
	And you don't really mind
	And you're just wasting time
	And you don't feel anything
	You're a boy on a string
	And you don't really mind
	And you're just wasting time
	You don't feel anything
	You're a boy on a string
	Just a boy on a string

	zuo ci : Haseltine, Jars of Clay
	Ha, ha, ha
	FourMarionett has your number
	Its pulling your arms and legs till you can' t stand on your own
	Draggin' your conscience on the stage
	And your heart gets rearranged
	You cannot tell your mentor from your maker
	Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter
	Over the way you entertain at beck and call
	They don' t see behind the lights
	Or the painted background
	They just like to see you fall
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	And you don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	Feel a sadness like
	GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away
	Seein' the puppeteer' s intrusion
	And holdin' over remains Of puppets that had rotted away One
	Day the curtain will not open Will not open
	And all of the crowds will go away Crowds will go away
	Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day Sometime Until that day
	Well you won' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	You don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	And you don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	You don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	Just a boy on a string

	zuò cí : Haseltine, Jars of Clay
	Ha, ha, ha
	FourMarionett has your number
	Its pulling your arms and legs till you can' t stand on your own
	Draggin' your conscience on the stage
	And your heart gets rearranged
	You cannot tell your mentor from your maker
	Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter
	Over the way you entertain at beck and call
	They don' t see behind the lights
	Or the painted background
	They just like to see you fall
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	And you don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	Feel a sadness like
	GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away
	Seein' the puppeteer' s intrusion
	And holdin' over remains Of puppets that had rotted away One
	Day the curtain will not open Will not open
	And all of the crowds will go away Crowds will go away
	Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day Sometime Until that day
	Well you won' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	You don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	And you don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	And you don' t really mind
	And you' re just wasting time
	You don' t feel anything
	You' re a boy on a string
	Just a boy on a string

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