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