| I can’t imagine a symphony, without strings
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| And what good are tennis shoes, without strings
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| One without the other just can’t be complete
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| What about us, what about you and me
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| Without strings, without ties
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| That’s the way you want us to be
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| But if there’s nothin' between us
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| There’s nothin' between us
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| Without strings, without ties
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| Guess this is where we disagree
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| How can there be a you and me, without strings
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| You can call me old-fashioned, 'cause I sure am
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| And when I tell you I love you, well I sure do
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| I don’t play games, I say what I mean
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| When I whisper in your ear
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| So what do we do, where do we go from here
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| Without strings, without ties
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| That’s the way you want us to be
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| But if there’s nothin' between us
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| There’s nothin' between us
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| Without strings, without ties
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| Guess this is where we disagree
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| How can there be a you and me, without strings
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| How can there be a you and me, without strings |