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In light of all |
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I've learned so far |
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I don't believe |
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I'm so strange |
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In spite of all this time |
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I spend Calling the air by a name |
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When the first light comes over the trees |
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He will be singing with me |
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And if I feel like singing alone |
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He always leave me be |
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I'm shaking my shadow hand |
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As the sun moves round the bend |
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With an imaginary man |
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And we'll make believe around and around again |
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There's a man walkinbg around in the night |
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A lantern in his hand |
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Looking all around, searching in vain |
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For an honest man |
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In my little world of make-believe |
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I talk to myself or my friend |
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If real life comes tempting me |
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I'll go back in my room again |
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I'm shaking my shadow hand |
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As the sun moves round the bend |
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With an imaginary man |
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And we'll make believe around and around again |
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So nice to pretend, think |
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I'll do it again |
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No cards to send, no torn heart to mend |
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A little imagination and then |
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A world of fantasy with my friends |
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I'm shaking my shadow hand |
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As the sun moves round the bend |
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With an imaginary man |
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And we'll make believe around and around again |
