Once again by Tia Voth

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Like a puppet, I'm attached to strings.
You my puppeteer can pull whatever string you desire.
For some reason you've taken a liken to the ones on my heart.
You tug and pull, creating different rhythms.
But lately I've been controlling my own strings,
Slowly the power is slipping from your fingers.
Soon I'll take a pair of scissors and cut,
Than I'll be my own woman once again.