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People are puppets, held together with string.
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him,
As he asked me to pray to the god
He doesn't believe in.
Time and again boys race to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow.
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
He couldn't break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to anaethetize
Turn back the time that drew him
He couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Time and again boys race to be men:
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow.
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
He could not break surface tension.
He looked in the wrong place for redemption.
Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried to anaethetize
Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
Don't look, look at me with those eyes
I tried to anaethetize
Turn back the time that drew him
But he couldn't be saved
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him
A sadness runs through him