"Boy On A String"

 "Boy On A String"

Jars Of Clay

The marionette has your number

Fulling your arms and legs till you

Can't stand on your own

Dragging  your conscience on the stage

And your heart

Gets rearranged, and you cannot tell

Your mentor from your maker

Look at the crowds bleeding with

Laughter

Over the way you entertain at

Beckon call

They don't see behind the lights or

The painted background

They just like to see you fall

But you don't really mind

Cause you're just wasting time

You can't feel anything

Just a boy on a string

I feel a sadness like Gapetto

Watching the life that he created run

Away

seeing the puppeteer's intrusion and

Holding the remains

Of puppets that had rotted away

One day the curtain will not open

And all of the crowds will go away

Someday those strings will

Choke you

But until that day

But you don't really mind

Cause you're just wasting time

You can't feel anything

Just a boy on a string

But you don't really mind

Cause you're just wasting time

You can't feel anything

Just a boy on a string

But you don't really mind

Cause you're just wasting time

You can't feel anything

Just a boy on a string

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