Представляем точный текст композиции "The Puppet" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Every Mothers Son. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «The Puppet» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Every Mothers Son передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.
Every Mothers Son - "The Puppet"
Ill practice my fall
For practice makes perfect
Chained to the wall
For maximum hold
The windows too far
Too far from my legs
Open the door and let out the cold
You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
Trampolines broken
Ceiling has come down
The ache in my back tells me
Somethings gone wrong
Rocking horse rocks
As the wallpaper peels
Curtain would like to know
What he has done
You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
Were the salt of the earth (Ill practice my fall for practice
makes perfect)
And we know what to say
(Chained to the wall for maximum hold)
Were the salt of the earth
(The windows too far too far from my legs)
And we know our place
(Open the door and let out the cold)
You knew about this
With your head in your hands
All along
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
All along
(You knew about this)
With your head in your hands
All along
(You knew about this)
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
(You knew about this)
Head in your hands
(You knew about this)
I was the puppet
I was the puppet
(Were the salt of the earth)
You knew about this
(We know what to say)
Your head in your hands
(Were the salt of the earth)
All along
((You knew about this))
(We know our place)
I was the puppet
(Were the salt of the earth)
All along
(We know what to say)
((You knew about this))
Your head in your hands
(Were the salt of the earth)
I was the puppet
((You knew about this))
(We know what to say)
I was the puppet
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