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