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Imaginary Man
Pop song, Master (1988), from Bethlehem
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
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