Lyrics

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
Writer(s): John Flansburgh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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