| Here in the middle of imagination
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| Right in the middle of my head,
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| I close my eyes and my room’s not my room,
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| And my bed isn’t really my bed.
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| I look inside and discover things,
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| That are sometimes strange and new,
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| And the most remarkable thoughts I think,
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| Have a way of being true.
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| Here in the middle of imagination
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| Right in the middle of my mind,
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| I close my eyes and the night isn’t dark
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| And the things that I lose, I find.
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| Time stands still and the night is clear,
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| And the wind is warm and fair,
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| And the nicest place in the middle of imagination’s
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| When… I’m… there… |