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Well, I woke up this here's a girl in my bed How did she get Was it something I said? I don't understand it but it seems She visits me in invisible
and over I try to explain How did that girl get into my Did somebody send her? Was it my wings? And how does she touch my strings?
Invisible strings, strings These are a few of my favorite Now it's all over when the fat lady I'll still be my invisible strings
Well, maybe she don't have a of her own Maybe using me just like a phone And she's cool and sometimes she stings And I'm all up in invisible strings
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my things you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings 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 tried to lose her the TV But that always picking on me
Well, there's strings my body, strings round my heart I'd like to where the string pulling starts I'd give anything to meet the who sends ink to my invisible pen Give me once
Invisible strings, invisible 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, invisible Well, are a few of my favorite things Now all over when the fat lady sings We'll still be 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)