i'm a puppet on a string tracy island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late she's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space in my mind, when she's not right there beside me i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory and i can't help myself all i wanna ever say is, "are you mine?"
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