Puppet Master

Puppet Master, Puppet Master
you can play with me.
Control me as you pull my strings
and I shall work for thee.

Puppet Master, Puppet Master,
my limbs are numb and weak.
But I can still perform and play,
so I shall work for thee.

Puppet Master, Puppet Master,
oh where could you be?
I lay here waiting on the cold, barren ground
so I can work for thee.

Where did I go wrong?
The days have turned to weeks.
All I ever wanted was a friend
to say "Thank you."
But every bout goes unchanging.
Are you my new Puppet Master?
I will work hardest for thee.

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