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I`m waking up
I`m eating breakfast
I`m drinking a little cup
I`m going to work so fast

I`m trying to live as many others
But everyday I find out that I`m dead

I`m looking down to people...
I was like they
But they`ll be like me

It`s strange to be alive
and searching for something
what doesn`t exist.
Everybody`s trying to keep some chance
But nobody can be succesful

They don`t know one thing...
They`re only marionettes
on the laces
and
We`re playing puppet-show
at many places

Wind`s blowing
It`s our breath
Marionettes`re dying

We forgot to one thing...
Here`s not enough place
for them

So we must start to play...
AGAIN