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Текст: Black Clint. My Imagination.


Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go

Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you

Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together

Finding the things only lovers can find

Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you

As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true
My imagination, it's only my imagination running away with you