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Strings, there's always strings, attached to the things, we think are free to take |
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Lines, thin shiny lines, so very fine, but so very hard to break |
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Threads, just hanging threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see |
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But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me |
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Strings, invisible strings, tying our wings, keeping us on the ground |
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Strands, soft silky strands, takin' our hands and leavin' them tightly bound |
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Vines, clinging vines, twisting they wind, covering everything |
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Strings, pulling on you, pulling on me |
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So tangled together, we don't want to be free |
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We're hurting and crying, but trying endlessly |
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Strings, there's always strings, attached to the things, we think are free to take |
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Lines, thin shiny lines, so very fine, but so very hard to break |
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Threads, tiny threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see |
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But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me |
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Oh, strings, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me |
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Pulling on you, pulling on me |
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Pulling on you, pulling on me |
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Pulling on you, they're pulling on me |
