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