Simple and small,
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almost alone,
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curled up in a ball,
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with a tin can phone,
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Tied to a twist,
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leading outside,
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and into the mist.
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Where the shadows hide.
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Maybe when you're gone (when you're gone),
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we'll gladly take you're place.
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You're so nicely drawn (so nicely drawn).
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We like you face
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And
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We want to be your imaginary friend,
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want to be your imaginary friend.
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When you were young,
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you knew us well,
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but cat had your tongue,
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so you could not yell.
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When you were cross,
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all you could do
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was call it a loss.
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But this was not true.
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We've since disappeared...
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(That is until tonight,
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when you turn out the light,
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and everything stands still.)
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(The wind's direction shifts,
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and makes the curtains lift,
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and you see us on the sill.)
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<Music>
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Every word, that you've learned
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Every wish, that you've burned
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Every single strand of hair, in your head
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Every book, that you've read
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We love you this much and
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We want to be, your imaginary firend
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want to be, your imaginary...
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...friend.
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Your Imaginary Friend
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| Lemon Demon |
