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Well, I woke up this morning here's a in my bed How did she get there? Was it something I I don't understand it but it seems She visits me in dreams
Over and over I try to How did that get into my veins? Did somebody send her? Was it my velvet And how she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings, strings These are a few of my favorite Now it's all over the fat lady sings I'll be playing my invisible strings
Well, she don't have a world of her own Maybe she's using me just a phone And she's cool and sometimes she stings And I'm all tangled up in invisible
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my favorite When you're wearing black and I'm wearing We'll be playing those invisible strings
Well, she never leaves, I'm never I in the book but she's still calling home I to lose her watch the TV But that woman's always on me
Well, there's strings round my body, round my heart I'd like to know the string pulling starts I'd give anything to meet the angel who ink to my invisible pen Give me again
Invisible strings, invisible These are a few of my favorite When you're wearing black and I'm wings We'll still be playing our strings, oh yeah
strings, invisible strings Well, are a few of my favorite things Now it's all over the fat lady sings We'll still be our invisible strings, oh oh oh yeah
strings, invisible strings Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh (We'll still be playing our strings)