Sonata Arctica - The boy who wanted to be a real puppet
So many years ago, many more than I'd
Even care to bear in my mind
From the darkest of all places I found you
All the limbs in their right places
And a heart made of real gold
Sell me your little doll, oh sir, I ask you kind
Every night I returned to watch them
The master and the puppet in the show
He said: "Oh, no, I cannot sell him...
Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine"
Please, sell me your puppet, sir ...