| Inside my own inner space
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| There’s not a soul in the whole place to see or ask me why
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| And with my senses in shreds
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| There I go to pick up the loose threads
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| Away from your hungry eyes
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| And in that infinite place
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| You’ll see a smile on my blank face
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| Becuase you can’t get there
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| It’s not just being alone
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| It’s more like a view that I’ve half known
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| From hills but I don’t know where
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| Imagination
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| Living mental isolation
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| Imagination
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| Imagination
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| Far from your contamination
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| Drifting in my inner space
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| Imagination
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| And when I look outside
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| There’s a world with nowhere to hide from the cold reality
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| I’ve chased innumerable friends
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| Filled my life with innumerable trends
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| But it didn’t make me see
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| Imagination
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| Living mental isolation
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| Imagination
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| Imagination
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| Far from your contamination
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| Drifting in my inner space
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| Imagination
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| But in the depth of a dream
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| Where the grass is always so green
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| And the sky is always blue
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| I’m escaping silently
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| I’m rejecting violently
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| This world for something new
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| Imagination
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| Living mental isolation
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| Imagination
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| Imagination
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| Far from your contamination
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| Drifting in my inner space
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| Imagination |