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Imagination is my creator
But I'm always living
In hope that you'll see us.
Our voices are ringing
Loud and clear through the minds
With the power to change
And create new dreams.
Imagination has brought us here
But theirs has left them cold.
Voices ring loud and clear
But nothing is heard.
Mind games are played
While our blood is dying.
It's hidden behind manipulation
Deceit and contempted lies.
What's to be done?
What mellowdramatic play
Will they pull onto us?
When will they stop hiding?
Catch me when you can,
In the middle of a daydream
I might see you
And hope for a hero to come.
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nic e John | Mar 27th, 2003
nice
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