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Night time in Budapest |
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So many people are waiting in line |
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Darkness without a glow |
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What a night to be watching a Christmas show |
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What a magical mystery feeling |
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Dancing at the end of their silvery strings |
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Almost human in size |
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Like children with plague in their flesh |
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These Puppets are oh so grotesque |
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Night time in Budapest |
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The Puppet Theater is so dark inside |
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Gas lamps light the stage |
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We're watching as the curtain begins to rise |
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What a magical mystery feeling |
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Dancing at the end of their silvery strings |
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Almost human in size |
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Like children with plague in their flesh |
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These Puppets are so grotesque |
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Sssssshhhh...here come the Puppets |
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There is 1..2...I see 3 Puppets waiting in the wing |
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Then they start to walk, in line |
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And suddenly they're all on the stage |
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I see the Puppet Master high above on the walkway |
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He pulls one string and up goes a leg.. Down goes a head |
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He pulls one more and he lets them all go! |
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[solo: Andy] |
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No strings, none of them fall, no strings at all... |
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I take a look at the Little Drummer Boy, up on the stage.. Oh no |
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I think he looked at me.. ME, is he alive? |
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I get a little scared...as he starts to play his drum |
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On the skin of his hand, I see a little cut...BLOOD |
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[solos: Mike - Andy] |
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Night time in Budapest |
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So many things here are not what they seem |
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But we love them all |
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What a night to remember forevermore |
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What a magical mystery feeling |
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Dancing at the end of their silvery strings |
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Almost human in size |
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Like children with plague in their flesh |
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These Puppets are so grotesque |
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The show has come to an end |
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The Master himself is on the STAGE |
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With his CHILDREN, the curtain must fal |
