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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 invisible
and over 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, strings These are a few of my favorite Now it's all over when the fat lady I'll still be playing my invisible
Well, maybe she have a world of her own Maybe using me just like a phone And sometimes she's cool and she stings And I'm all up in invisible strings
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my favorite When wearing black and I'm wearing wings still 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 always picking on me
Well, there's strings round my body, strings round my I'd like to where the string pulling starts I'd give to meet the angel who sends Invisible ink to my pen Give me again
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my things When you're wearing black and I'm wings We'll still be playing our invisible strings, oh
Invisible strings, invisible Well, these are a few of my favorite Now all over when the fat lady 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 our invisible strings)