Clip My Wings

You're asking me
 To be kind to you
 Well, let me tell you something, dear
 That kind of game takes two
 Don't talk of virtue
 Maybe they won't hurt you
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 I'm wrestling
 The air between the parts
 Of matter in my brain
 You make it all so hard
 Don't talk of what you
 Think I did or did not do
 Put your strings on me
 Subtle puppetry
 Clip my wings and see
 Clip my wings and see
 Put your strings on me
 Nobody will see
 An energy
 Of threat and your despair
 Tells me to leave
 I don't want to be here
 You're salivating
 Over the mess you're making
 Put your strings on me
 Subtle puppetry
 Clip my wings and see
 Clip my wings and see
 Put your strings on me
 Nobody will see
 Nobody will see
 Nobody will see
 Nobody will see
 Try me
 Nobody will see
 Nobody will see
 Nobody will see
 Try me
 Fantastically
 I live inside a dream
 Reality
 Can not be what it seems
 Don't move I'll hurt you
 I'm devoid of virtue
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 Put your strings on me
 Subtle puppetry
 Clip my wings and see
 Clip my wings and see
 Put your strings on me
 Nobody will see
 Put your strings on me
 Subtle puppetry
 Clip my wings and see
 Clip my wings and see
 Put your strings on me
 Nobody will see