there you are
floating in mid-air
high above the world
no one around to care
you feel like you've committed
the perfect crime
it's your imagination
playing tricks with your mind
late at night
too much wine
you're not worried
you're feeling fine
feeling nostalgic
'for way back when
it's your imagination
hard at work again
do not think
just let it be
let your mind
set itself free
give yourself a minute
let everything go
it's your imagination
doing what it knows
there you are
your worries have ceased
finally a moment
when you are at peace
let it surrender
in all you do
it's your imagination
and it's protecting you
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