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Wooden doll, small wooden doll There's a spirit inside you after all Oh wooden doll, with all your scars They all say sorry, but you see the farce. Brought to life to be the fool "I won't complain," is your silent rule They chip at you and cut your face Then leave you in the dirt's embrace Again the next day they throw you down They laugh at you with your face in the ground And the mercy you shouldn't have to implore Is a thing they've never heard before Fallen to pieces, you're glued back together For them to break you again in fun with each other And the dents and scars on your battered shell Is a sight they love, like your l