| One, two, three
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| Well I woke up this morning — there’s a girl in my bed
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| How did she get there? |
| Was it something I said?
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| I don’t understand it but somehow it seems
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| She visits me in invisible dreams
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| Over and over I try to explain
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| How did that girl get into my veins?
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| Did somebody send her — was it my velvet wings?
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| And how does she touch my invisible strings?
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| Invisible Strings — Invisible Strings
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| These are a few of my favorite things
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| Now it’s all over when the fat lady sings
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| I’ll still be playing my invisible strings
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| Well maybe she don’t have a world of her own
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| Maybe she’s using me just like a phone
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| And sometimes she’s cool and sometimes she stings
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| And I’m all tangled up in invisible strings
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| Invisible Strings — Invisible Strings
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| These are a few of my favorite things
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| When you’re wearing black and I’m wearing wings
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| We’ll still be playing those invisible strings
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| Well she never leaves — I’m never alone
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| I ain’t in the book but she’s still calling home
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| I tried to lose her — watch the tv
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| But that woman’s always picking on me
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| Well, there’s strings round my body, strings round my heart
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| I’d like to know where the string-pulling starts
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| I’d give anything to meet the angel who sends
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| Invisible ink to my invisible pen
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| Invisible Strings — Invisible Strings
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| These are a few of my favorite things
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| When you’re wearing black and I’m wearing wings
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| We’ll still be playing our invisible strings
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| Invisible Strings — Invisible Strings
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| These are a few of my favorite things
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| Now it’s all over when the fat lady sings
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| We’ll still be playing our invisible strings
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| Invisible Strings — Invisible Strings
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| Oh yeah |