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      It scares me to speak my mind It might sound self-absorbed I don't say half of what I think I wonder what I'm thinkin' for I'm smellin' dead flowers And listenin' to the walls again I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet And writin' with this dried up pen Wish I still had my imaginary friend And who needs to listen, well ... What do I have to sell Everyone's just waitin' for their own turn Kinda like show and tell I'm smellin' dead flowers And listenin' to the walls again I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet And writin' with this dried up pen Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend Someone to listen, someone to laugh Someone to cry at the right time I'm smellin' dead flowers And listenin' to the walls again I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet And writin' with this dried up pen You know that I'm smellin' dead flowers And listenin' to the walls Drinkin' from a leaky faucet And writin' with this dried up pen Wish I still had my imaginary friend Wish I still had my imaginary friend And I would call him up But I don't remember his name
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