I Killed My Imaginary Friend
from The Simpleton by Willie Dowling
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumDigipak CD with booklet
artwork by Michael 'Moke' Chapman
photos Monika Agorelius
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I killed my imaginary friend
He saw through me when I played the saint, he said
I never truly put myself on the line
And I’m only fooling half the people some of the time – oh yeah
He said my sacrifices came too easily
When the belly and the pockets are full, and he’s right
He said I’m just a fraud, he’s sick of me and bored
And ready to reveal me to the whole wide world
His face was sweet as he whispered his poison
I had to smile, just for old times sake
He had a way of pushing all my buttons
I was ready to say sorry
But I always make the same mistake
I’m wiping memory banks
I’m shredding paperwork
I’ll leave no trace when I clean up in this head space
There’s not a hope in hell
He knew me too damn well
And I won’t be forgiven
Though they say life’s for the living
He tried to tell me I’m a washed up wannabe
He told me simply that my moment had been and gone
He called the number on my see-saw ego
I saw him laughing as I wobbled and fell off my throne
I wondered then if I could really end him?
He seemed indifferent to my moaning and wailing
I launch a cruel attack, and simply turn my back
He needs attention or he fades into eternal black
I’m wiping memory banks
I’m shredding paperwork
I’ll leave no trace when I clean up in this head space
There’s not a hope in hell
He knew me too damn well
And I won’t be forgiven
Though they say life’s for the living
But I won’t be forgiven
And though he’s leaving my head for now
His words still echo all around the battleground
His ghost lives on with my imaginary blood-stained sword
In his hands for me to fall upon
One a penny, two a penny, three a penny, four a penny
Hot cross mad musician
One a penny, two a penny, three a penny, four a penny
Hot cross and mad musician
So I killed my imaginary friend
I killed I killed my imaginary friend
I killed my imaginary friend
I killed I killed my imaginar- imaginary
He’s just imaginary
He’s imaginary
He saw through me when I played the saint, he said
I never truly put myself on the line
And I’m only fooling half the people some of the time – oh yeah
He said my sacrifices came too easily
When the belly and the pockets are full, and he’s right
He said I’m just a fraud, he’s sick of me and bored
And ready to reveal me to the whole wide world
His face was sweet as he whispered his poison
I had to smile, just for old times sake
He had a way of pushing all my buttons
I was ready to say sorry
But I always make the same mistake
I’m wiping memory banks
I’m shredding paperwork
I’ll leave no trace when I clean up in this head space
There’s not a hope in hell
He knew me too damn well
And I won’t be forgiven
Though they say life’s for the living
He tried to tell me I’m a washed up wannabe
He told me simply that my moment had been and gone
He called the number on my see-saw ego
I saw him laughing as I wobbled and fell off my throne
I wondered then if I could really end him?
He seemed indifferent to my moaning and wailing
I launch a cruel attack, and simply turn my back
He needs attention or he fades into eternal black
I’m wiping memory banks
I’m shredding paperwork
I’ll leave no trace when I clean up in this head space
There’s not a hope in hell
He knew me too damn well
And I won’t be forgiven
Though they say life’s for the living
But I won’t be forgiven
And though he’s leaving my head for now
His words still echo all around the battleground
His ghost lives on with my imaginary blood-stained sword
In his hands for me to fall upon
One a penny, two a penny, three a penny, four a penny
Hot cross mad musician
One a penny, two a penny, three a penny, four a penny
Hot cross and mad musician
So I killed my imaginary friend
I killed I killed my imaginary friend
I killed my imaginary friend
I killed I killed my imaginar- imaginary
He’s just imaginary
He’s imaginary
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Willie Dowling France
Information biog about me? Christ these things are so dull. I'd suggest digging around Google if you like. You'll find music, videos and details of all my previous bands, my TV/film work, and my many years as a highly respected International football player. it's mostly all out there to find in one place or another, and ultimately, it's all of very little consequence. ... more
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