I’m on strings, so move me
March, march, march
To the beating of drums
The lights are on, but way too bright
I’m on strings, so move me
Paint my face right so I can be a pantomime
It’s so wrong, hey, it’s all wrong
So start it again
I’m pouring wine into a bottomless cup
But shouldn’t cheat
So what do you achieve?
The same answers that come more than once
What does it mean?
That you’re not listening
Paint my face right so I can be a pantomime
It’s so wrong, hey, it’s all wrong
So start it again
Paint my face right so I can be a pantomime
It’s so wrong, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong
So sign a page in a blank book
What do you read, if the words aren’t seen?
Paint my face right so I can be a pantomime
It’s so wrong, hey, it’s all wrong
So start it again
Paint my face right so I can be a pantomime
It’s all wrong, it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong
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