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Imaginary Man
Song (1988), from Bethlehem
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Don't touch the armor, it is my only friend

It protects me from the blows of my enemies

Don't look inside me, you won't like what you see

And all I touch are covered in misery

 

Why do I hear footsteps?

Why do I feel hands upon my back

Tearing at the armor

Trying hard to see

What's inside this imaginary man?

 

There is a mirror I'm afraid to look into

My eyes are sensitive to the light of day

I feel the armor falling to the floor

So there is nothing protecting me anymore

 

All the fighting over

Why do you take time to look at me

Standing without armor

Trying hard to see

What's inside this imaginary man?

 

I need no armor, I know I'm safe with you

And I'll rebuild the bridges I once tore down

Words and Music by Rick Prescott
Copyright © & Ⓟ 1988 Lowell H. Prescott. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.