Jonna Tervomaa
Miscellaneous
The direction changes
I know where I want to go and I guide everyone
I move everyone with long strings
I think about exactly what move I make
And I don't even notice when my threads are cut
The direction changes, someone mixes my threads
And grabs my neck with his fingers
The direction changes, a bigger grip carries
And in his grip again
He makes me dance to his rhythm
oh important
The direction changes, someone mixes my threads
And grabs my neck with his fingers
The direction changes, a bigger grip carries
And in his grip again
He makes me dance to his rhythm
br/>I'm dancing again
To its rhythm
The direction changes, someone mixes my threads
And grabs my neck with his fingers
The direction changes, a bigger grip carries
And in his grip again
He makes me dance to his beat

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