| The things you said are hanging in the middle of my mind tonight
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| I can’t turn 'em off
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| I try to worry for your soul but I forget to
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| All the time
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| I’m in a twisted web and I can’t pull my
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| Head from it
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| I think about you walking on a string
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| It always bring me back here
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| Into the garden by the hand
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| You’ve always had me
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| Walking on a string
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| I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin
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| You’re never running out of ways to worm your way back in
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| I hang my head and feel the oxygen drain
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| I think about you walking on a string and it always brings me back here
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| Into the garden by the hand
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| Anyone who knows what love is will understand
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| You’ve always had me
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| Walking on a string
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| In a web, I can’t escape it
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| You’ll always worm your way back in
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| To my lonesome soul and take it
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| You’ve always had me walking on a string
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| In a web, I can’t escape it
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| You’ll always worm your way back in
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| To my lonesome soul and take it
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| You’ve always had me walking on a string |