Pulling Strings

By Number One Son

On Lessons

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I need a place to rest my feet

What is this bed of nails offering

But little comfort and no peace

You know it makes me wander

Why those strings are pulling me

In so many ways when I heard you say

That "every move should be discreet"

Is it enough to wonder

You ought to know

As the beggar leads the blind

With a promise and he'll lose his way

Because the life he left behind

Was all a show

To your tune he moved in time

With the promise that he'll undеrstand

That life he had to leavе here

And then in tongues the voice speak

Recounting all my miseries

By chasing shadows I have seen

A sadness so undignified

But when these ties have been released

I will regain my independence

And in the face of all this greed

I will forget the hunger

You ought to know

As the beggar leads the blind

With a promise and he'll lose his way

Because the life he left behind

Was all a show

To your tune he moved in time

With the promise that he'll understand

That life he had to leave here

History repeats itself

You ought to know

As the beggar leads the blind

With a promise and he'll lose his way

Because the life he left behind

Was all a show

To your tune he moved in time

With the promise that he'll understand

That life he had to leave here

You ought to know

As the beggar leads the blind

With a promise and he'll lose his way

Because the life he left behind

Was all a show

To your tune he moved in time

With the promise that he'll understand

That life he had to leave here