On a string I was held. The way that I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above.
So I swing and I sway. Wave my hand.
Kick my leg. And it is always right with the music.
"Until all that swinging starts to make you sick"
For a song I was bought. Now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on the cue card.
Onto a stage, I was pushed
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