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Imaginary Times
We imagine our whole livesWalk around in disguiseIn our room with just three wallsWe bide our imaginary timeThese are imaginary timesOur lives fictionalisedFramed by the cardboard skylineThese are imaginary timesThe ephemeral immortalisedIs there anything outsideThe sense of wonder is our drugVeins throbbing with sense of bloodAnd shadows we can play only if the light is rightLike in our imaginary timesThese are imaginary timesOur lives fictionalisedFramed by the cardboard skylineThese are imaginary timesThe ephemeral immortalisedIs there anything outsideEveryone wants to know the endingWe are living in a taleLetras de cancionesEveryone needs a destinationBut we are left to strayThrough our imaginary timesThese are imaginary timesOur lives fictionalisedFramed by the cardboard skylineThese are imaginary timesThe ephemeral immortalisedIs there anything outsideImaginary times
From Letras Mania