I speak in clues instead of telling you anything directly. I look harmless until you try to untangle me. I reveal my meaning only when you stop reading my words and start thinking around them. What am I?

I connect teeth, cards, songs, and cities without ever moving. What am I?

My first four play music for ears My final three count years You use me to wrap a cut I'll help keep a wound shut

A product of cutting or typing An exploitation or a harmless documentation

I'm a sudden movement, a violent pull. I also am thrown into the works, intentionally or not. But you may know me the best as something that will twist your nuts and bolts.