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Imagine that i am onstage |
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Under a watchtower of punishing light |
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And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow |
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And what's beyond you is hidden from sight |
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And somebody right now is yawning |
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And watching me like a tv |
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And i've been frantically piling up sandbags |
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Against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity |
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Then suddenly i hear my guitar singing |
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And so i just start singing along |
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And somewhere in my chest |
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All the noise just gets crushed by the song |
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Imagine that i'm at your mercy |
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Imagine that you are at mine |
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Pretend i've been standing here |
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Watching you watching me |
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All this time |
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Now imagine that you are the weather |
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In the tiny snow globe of this song |
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And i am the statue of liberty |
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One inch long |
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So here i am at my most hungry |
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And here i am at my most full |
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Here i am waving a red cape |
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Locking eyes with a bull |
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Just imagine that i am onstage |
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Under a watchtower of punishing light |
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And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow |
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And what's beyond you is hidden from sight |
