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Strings of the Dollhouse 1 by Whitney

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Strings of the Dollhouse 1

alternative pop,female vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
(Toy piano tinkling, warped children’s choir humming softly, pitched-down backing vocals)
[Verse 1]
Button eyes stare, sewn tight in place,
Sugar stitches hiding cracks on my face.
Tea with glass, spilled on the floor,
Who broke the doll? I’m broken more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispered lullabies, twisted and sly,
Pull my strings, watch me smile, don’t ask why.
Tick-tock heart in a crooked rhyme,
Lost in the shadows of nursery time.
[Chorus]
Sing my lullaby, watch me unglue,
Candy-coated whispers, sweet and askew.
Dance on broken glass with me tonight,
In this dollhouse where wrong feels right.
[Verse 2]
Velvet lullabies with honeyed lies,
Sewn in seams behind my eyes.
Cracked porcelain, fragile grin,
Hiding the chaos that roars within.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispered lullabies, twisted and sly,
Pull my strings, watch me smile, don’t ask why.
Tick-tock heart in a crooked rhyme,
Lost in the shadows of nursery time.
[Chorus]
Sing my lullaby, watch me unglue,
Candy-coated whispers, sweet and askew.
Dance on broken glass with me tonight,
In this dollhouse where wrong feels right.
[Bridge - Spoken with eerie nursery rhyme cadence]
"Ring around the rosie, shattered dreams and posies,
Teddy’s torn and eyes are warn, who’s behind the stories?"
(Sung, vulnerable)
Cradled in silence, the cracks start to show,
A fractured reflection I barely know.
[Chorus]
Sing my lullaby, watch me unglue,
Candy-coated whispers, sweet and askew.
Dance on broken glass with me tonight,
In this dollhouse where wrong feels right.
[Outro]
Echoes of playthings, warped and wild,
A broken doll, a fractured child.
Strings pulled tight in a midnight game,
In this house, I own the flame.
(End with fading toy piano and distant haunting choir)