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Imagination
While at home My senses thaw to the bone I can clearly see what it does to me It pulls me in Up again My window thins pinching me I can clearly see what it does to me The twisted arms of normalcy Smile like you feel nothing Race to your next everything Live by the progress made You've been dead anyway Over and over again Send me out for repairs I'm a thinker again One more day on my own But they'll find where I've been Imagination Sin begins Creation wins, cleansing me I can clearly see what it does to me The twisted arms of normalcy Over and over again Don't you feel anything Don't you feel anything at all Don't you feel a God damn thing Nothing, nothing at all © 2005 Alex Karweit |
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