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»People are puppets held together with string,
there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
as he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in.
Time and again boys are raised to be men.
Impatient they start, fearful at the end,
but here was a man, mourning tomorrow,
he drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
He could not break surface tension,
he looked in the wrong place for redemption.
"Don't look at me with those eyes"
I tried to unheave the ties,
turn back the time that drew him...
But he couldn't be saved.
A sadness runs through him.«
The Hoosiers - A Sadness Runs Through Him