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The beauty of a felt tip pen The comfort found in imaginary friends I've been all around this crummy world And no one will defend The comfort found in imaginary friends I booked my trip on a time machine Going back one hour to the previous scene Right before you called my name I was talking to a friend They could not understand So I'm explaining it all again The beauty of imaginary friends Eric I can disappear in a store 24 And re-emerge distorted and small Back in deepest darkest Massachusetts Isolated from The comfort found in imaginary friends |