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