Lemon Demon - Your imaginary friend

almost ^Falone. Curled ^Cup in a ball^F with a ^Ctin ^Ecan ^Aphone tied to a ^Emtwist leading out^Fside and ^Cinto the ^Fmist where the ^Csha^Edows ^Ahide. ^C#7Maybe when you’re ^F#mgone we’ll ^Dgladly take your ^Aplace. ^C#7You’re so nicely ^F#mdrawn. We ^Dlike your face and ^Awe want to ^C#mbe your ^F#mimaginary ^F7friend, want to ^Bmbe your ^Dmimagi^Fnary ^Dmfriend. ^A When you were ^Emyoung you knew us ^Fwell. The ^Ccat had your ^Ftongue, so you ^Ccould ^Enot ^Ayell when you were ^Emcross. All you could ^Fdo was ^Ccall it a ^Floss, though this ^Cwas ^Enot ^Atrue. ^C#7We’ve since disap^F#mpeared. ^FmThat is, until ^Ctonight ^Gwhen you turn ^Dmout the light and ^Eeverything stands ^Astill. ^FThe wind’s di^Crection shifts ^Gand makes the ^Dmcurtains lift… and you ^Esee us on the ^Asill.

^AEvery word ^C#7that you’ve learned, ^F#mEvery wish that you’ve burned, ^DEvery single ^Astrand of hair ^C#7in your head, ^F#7Every book that you’ve read: We ^Dlove you this much^A. We want to ^C#mbe your ^F#mimaginary ^F7friend, Bm Bhlfdim7 want to be your imaginary…

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