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