The ends don’t meet
But I’m holding it all together
Out in the weather
Facing the storm

These family ties
And purse strings
I forget
Am I a pupeteer
or a marionette?

The ends don’t meet
But I’m holding it all together
Out in the weather
Facing the storm

And I really don’t know
What will happen if I let go
I might be too far over my head
So I keep hanging on
By a thread

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