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Unspoken Mnemonics
  It’s just a matter of time
  Before the youth and the lie
  Starts to tear at the seams
  It’s just of matter of days
  Before the games that we play
  Are winding up the streets
  It’s just a packaged surprise
  Theatric scripted goodbyes
  Are all you have to say to me
  So let go
  Fly beyond tomorrow
  Don’t let show
  Marionette heart strings
  Tied around a broken ring
  A ribbon around farewell
  The tired puppet fell
  It’s just a clear empty night
  The roads are waiting for fights
  And all the people hide
  The fairy tale dreams
  And all the children’s screams
  Say maybe life is not as magic as it seems
  So let go
  Fly beyond tomorrow
  Don’t let show
  Marionette heart strings
  Tied around a broken ring
  A ribbon around farewell
  The tired puppet fell
  Waiting for a kiss
  From the puppeteer
  Or from the prince
  Certain words sound similar to lies
  So let go
  Fly beyond tomorrow
  Don’t let show
  Marionette heart strings
  Tied around a broken ring
  A ribbon around farewell
  The tired puppet fell down
  Don’t go
  Neverland tomorrow
  Don’t you know
  Marionette heart beats
  Wander along the streets
  A rope around farewell
  The tired puppet fell

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We are all puppets of society, being dragged along by strings made up of the fabric of time. Don't look back... it's too late. Childhood is gone.