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Behind the long marched winter screen,
blue and white like July storm,
the puppets come to life, dancing away in the moonlight.
A facade of life in the limelight on the stage.
You can see the strings, you can see the stage light,
Joe Nobody standing by the stage, passing out lines like cheap smiles.
Enter left, leave right,
Story once, Story twice.
Same old light, same old fight.
You can still see the strings, tugging on your own heart.
Pull left, pull right.
Same Old Fight,
Same old fight.
You couldn't cry the day she died,
why does one story kill you?
blue and white like July storm,
the puppets come to life, dancing away in the moonlight.
A facade of life in the limelight on the stage.
You can see the strings, you can see the stage light,
Joe Nobody standing by the stage, passing out lines like cheap smiles.
Enter left, leave right,
Story once, Story twice.
Same old light, same old fight.
You can still see the strings, tugging on your own heart.
Pull left, pull right.
Same Old Fight,
Same old fight.
You couldn't cry the day she died,
why does one story kill you?