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Bluelighter
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- Apr 15, 2009
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The stage is set, the puppets dance
A watchful eye, it's his last chance
They've pulled his strings for his whole life
His wooden face, he could never cry
(Chorus)
He wants them to notice.
He needs them to notice
They never notice
Why can't they notice?!
He does this dance for them all week
He wants to scream, but he can't speak
Wanting change, he now knows how
He's found a knife, maybe they'll see now
(Chorus)
He wants them to notice.
He needs them to notice
They never notice
Why can't they notice?!
The stage now dark, the puppet's dead
He cut the line holding up his head
His strings still pulled, his arms still flail
His biggest show and he still failed
They still haven't noticed him...
And they never will...
A watchful eye, it's his last chance
They've pulled his strings for his whole life
His wooden face, he could never cry
(Chorus)
He wants them to notice.
He needs them to notice
They never notice
Why can't they notice?!
He does this dance for them all week
He wants to scream, but he can't speak
Wanting change, he now knows how
He's found a knife, maybe they'll see now
(Chorus)
He wants them to notice.
He needs them to notice
They never notice
Why can't they notice?!
The stage now dark, the puppet's dead
He cut the line holding up his head
His strings still pulled, his arms still flail
His biggest show and he still failed
They still haven't noticed him...
And they never will...