| Imagine that i am onstage
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| Under a watchtower of punishing light
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| And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow
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| And what’s beyond you is hidden from sight
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| And somebody right now is yawning
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| And watching me like a tv
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| And i’ve been frantically piling up sandbags
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| Against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity
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| Then suddenly i hear my guitar singing
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| And so i just start singing along
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| And somewhere in my chest
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| All the noise just gets crushed by the song
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| Imagine that i’m at your mercy
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| Imagine that you are at mine
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| Pretend i’ve been standing here
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| Watching you watching me
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| All this time
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| Now imagine that you are the weather
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| In the tiny snow globe of this song
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| And i am the statue of liberty
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| One inch long
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| So here i am at my most hungry
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| And here i am at my most full
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| Here i am waving a red cape
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| Locking eyes with a bull
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| Just imagine that i am onstage
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| Under a watchtower of punishing light
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| And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow
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| And what’s beyond you is hidden from sight |