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And sometimes I feel like a wind up toy
That’s been forced to walk

You’ve been dead 2 years now
But sometimes it feels like more

And I am old

I've been forced to walk
When there's nothing left to hold on to

So I hold onto hope
I hold onto love

But you’ve been gone for years
Now it just seems so cold

And now your memory is alive
And I'm just a toy that’s been forced to smile

And the clowns just wear makeup for show
But now the show is over
I've played my part
I wore my mask
And I don’t need it anymore