Written by: Patti Scialfa
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When I was young I believe in everything
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I turned my rag man into king
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And I carved him a soft world from hard stone
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With a laurel crown and a velvet throne
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'Cause in my imagination
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Was a world no one could touch - no
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I had a fascination for
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Little things that don't mean much - in my
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Now tomorrow comes abandoning
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Painted ponies and a little brass ring
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Well I got that ring I pulled it down
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And my little girls world came tumbling down
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'Cause in my imagination
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Was a world no one could touch - no
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I had a fascination for
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Little things that don't mean much - in my
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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I could walk without fear and
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I could hide from all my sorrow
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Close my eyes and disappear
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Now I lay awake and I'm so afraid
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Will the things I treasure fade away
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And leave me standing here alone
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With no way back to the world I'd known
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'Cause in my imagination
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Was a world no one could touch - no
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I had a fascination for
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Little things that don't mean much - in my
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In my imagination
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In My Imagination
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| Patti Scialfa |
