Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my head,
I close my eyes and my room's not my room,
And my bed isn't really my bed
I look inside and discover things, that are sometimes strange and new,
And the most remarkable thoughts I think, have a way of being true
Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my mind,
I close my eyes and the night isn't dark
and the things that I lose, I find
Time stands still and the sky is clear, and the wind is warm and fair,
And the nicest place is the middle of imagination
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