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Little Puppet on a string,
why do you look so sad?
Dance, again, with my hands and sing.
Life cannot be that bad.

A little Puppet on a string,
that is all you'll ever see.
You smile and pretend,
but you'll never know the real me.

I've been left lying in the dark and cold,
my fingers have become so numb.
I don't see myself ever getting old.
what have I become?

A little Puppet on a string,
that is how you call.
Heartache, now a familiar sting.
You don't know anything at all.

Little Puppet on a string why do you cry?
Dance, and sing for me!
Can't you hear my sigh?

A little Puppet on a string,
only good enough now for you when I dance or sing.
I wish you'd hold me,
like you did long ago.
Tell me you love me,
or please..let me forever be.

Little Puppet on a string,
did you think I ever could love you?
I have more that can dance and sing,
the others would do anything.

A little Puppet on a string,
barely lasted a day.
Dying of a broken heart,
she just faded away.