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(ian hunter) |
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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 |
