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Patti Scialfa |
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When I was young |
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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 |
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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 |
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I'm so afraid |
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Will the things |
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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 |
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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 |
