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