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The sun stops shining in your sacred little town You're still talking, but there's nobody around to listen And all the pages that you've drawn out on the floor Are ripped apart and hanging from your bedroom door Come and tell me how you feel You make me wish that I was real Graphite lines mark up the pages Of your knee-high socks and long shoelaces Tell me all your secrets Let the world pass by Imaginary people never have to lie Graphite lines mark up the pages Of your knee-high socks and long shoelaces Tell me all your secrets Let the world pass by Imaginary people never have to lie Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Come and tell me how you feel You make me wish that I was real Come and tell me how you feel You make me wish that I was real Hmm...