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Clyde |
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Look out when you go upstairs |
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It always knows when you are there |
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Always there behind your back |
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Has no name and it's dressed in black |
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You know it's incredibly tall |
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You know that it's more than a feeling |
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It lives where the wallpaper's peeling |
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In the hall |
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Imagination, that's all |
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Don't let on that you're scared |
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You're safe when you're under the covers |
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But that doesn't help when your mother's |
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Downstairs |
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Imagination, my dear, imagination |
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I lay in bed the other night |
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Dreamed I saw wild geese in flight |
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Flapped my arms with all my might |
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But somehow could not follow |
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Return to the source of your dreams |
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Return to the Teddy Bear clover |
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You may well live it over again |
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In your imagination |
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The geese, they were so snowy white |
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Speckled red in the morning light |
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If I practice all the night |
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Then I shall fly tomorrow |
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Tomorrow when I fly away |
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Far above the clouds I'll play |
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I'll be back at break of day |
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My head upon my pillow |
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Look out when you go upstairs |
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It always knows when you are there |
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Always there behind your back |
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Has no name and it's dressed in black |
