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Same sad excuse Same boring lies I can blame it on everyone else Until the humor in it dies It can't be my fault But then who's to tell A victim of circumstance Swinging madly from his bells Some days it's all behind me But still I hear these things The conscience that reminds me Of just who pulls the strings Cruel laughter from above me A patronizing stare I've reached into my soul And pulled it out without a care Ask me again Night after night They round me up and then Shove me into the light The thoughts which sit And pull my strings They stretch the rope so tight That it might break when my bell rings But don't you dare remind me 'Cause I know that they are there When I run they always find me And yank me into the air Performing on a soap box Playing many tired scenes And I wear a wooden smile For all who care to see |