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    I'll practice my fall
    For practice makes perfect
    Chained to the wall
    For maximum hold
    The window's so far
    Too far from my legs
    Open the door and let out the cold

    You knew about this
    With your head in your hands
    All along
    I was the puppet
    I was the puppet

    Trampolines broken
    Ceiling has come down
    The ache in my back tells me
    Something's gone wrong
    Rocking horse rocks
    As the wallpaper peels
    Curtain would like to know
    What he has done

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    We're the salt of the earth
    (I'll practice my fall for practice makes perfect)
    And we know what to say
    (Chained to the wall for maximum hold)
    We're the salt of the earth
    (The window's so far too far from my legs)
    And we know our place
    (Open the door and let out the cold)

    All along
    (You knew about this)
    With your head in your hands
    All along
    (You knew about this)
    I was the puppet

    (You knew about this)
    Head in your hands
    (You knew about this)
    I was the puppet
    (We're the salt of the earth)
    You knew about this
    (We know what to say)
    Your head in your hands
    (We're the salt of the earth)
    All along
    ((You knew about this))
    (We know a place)
    I was the puppet
    (We're the salt of the earth)
    All along
    (We know what to say)
    ((You knew about this))
    Your head in your hands
    (We're the salt of the earth)
    I was the puppet
    ((You knew about this)
    (We know what to say)
    I was the puppet

    Song details

    Composition: Sergeant William, Mac Culloch Ian Stephen, Leslie Thomas Pattinson, and Pete De Freitas

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