Imaginary Friend
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Imaginary Friend
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When I was young, I had imaginary friends
And, boy, did we have fun!
One day, my mother told me they were just pretend
And then I had no one
Building castles out of dirty, smelly sand
And baking in the Sun
Hear the sound of the popsicle man
And we'd run, run, run, run, run, run, run
And my life is like a movie
Everyone is going slow
There's a crazy cast of characters
None of which are real at all
And I cannot feel you anymore
No, no, no, no, no
In the summer, we would spend the night outside
In the comfort of our own backyards
Then we got older and we went our separate ways
And everything got hard
Look at me, I'm getting older
Look at me, I know
Look at me, I'm getting older
Look at me, I know
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Telekinesis performs "Imaginary Friend", and this lyric page sits inside the Telekinesis catalog on LyroVerse.
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