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