Strings —
You can’t pull my strings
I ripped them off
At Thirteen
You want me empty
But I’m full
Yeah, I’m out of your control
I see three
And you see two
You’re just a tomb with a view
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You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
You can’t pull my strings
I ripped them off
At Thirteen
You want me empty
But I’m full
Yeah, I’m out of your control
I see three
And you see two
You’re just a tomb with a view
Categorised as: [OC] Original Content | Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry
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