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Chantal Kreviazuk
Imaginary Friend
It scares me to speak my mind It might sound self-absorbed I dont say half of what I think I wonder what Im thinkin for
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And who needs to listen, well ... What do I have to sell Everyones just waitin for their own turn Kinda like show and tell
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend
Someone to listen, someone to laugh Someone to cry at the right time
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen You know that Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls Drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And I would call him up But I dont remember his name
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28.Sep.2001 18:09:11
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00
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Imaginary Friend
It scares me to speak my mind It might sound self-absorbed I dont say half of what I think I wonder what Im thinkin for
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And who needs to listen, well ... What do I have to sell Everyones just waitin for their own turn Kinda like show and tell
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend
Someone to listen, someone to laugh Someone to cry at the right time
Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls again Im drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen You know that Im smellin dead flowers And listenin to the walls Drinkin from a leaky faucet And writin with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And I would call him up But I dont remember his name
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