Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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Walking on a String (Alternate Version)



The things you've said are hanging in the middle of my mind
Tonight, I can't turn 'em off
I try to worry for my soul but I forget to all the time
I'm in a twisted web and I can't pull my head from it

I think about you walking on a string
It always brings me back here
Into the garden by the hand
You've always had me walking on a string

I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin
You're never running out of ways to worm your way back in
I hang my head and feel the oxygen drain

I think about you walking on a string
And it always brings me back here
Into the garden by the hand
Anyone who knows what love is will understand
You've always had me walking on a string

In a web, I can't escape it
You'll always worm your way back in
To my lonesome soul and take it
You've always had me walking on a string
In a web, I can't escape it
You'll always worm your way back in
To my lonesome soul and take it
You've always had me walking on a string
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