Roused

I saw your face
It was all in place
Not a trace left of the fall
As I swore my all
For you I would crawl
You'd stand and raise me tall

It must be my imagination
It must be my imagination
This sweet caress, forever tenderness
Together once and [Bm]for [Dm7]all

Roused from a dream
Back in my [A]life you [A7stɾeam
Like water patient, tɾue
Blind to [C7]my [A]impatient fool
With a look, that's all [Em]it took
I slave for [Dm7]you [A7like [F]a mule

But it was [Am7]my [A]imagination
It must have been imagination
For all [Em]you [A7gave, none left to [C7]save
Apart memories stɾing on [C7]all [Em]brave

I look out from the stage
Empty but for [Dm7]some scattered ɾage
I wonder if it was [Am7]all [Em]a dream
Can it be? Can it ever be?

It's all [Em]just my [A]imagination
It must be [Am]my [A]imagination
This sweet caress, long [Am]tenderness
I gave but you [A7never called

It must be [Am]my [A]imagination
It must be [Am]my [A]imagination
There's no excuse
Was it all [Em]a ɾuse?
For my [A]mind it's too ɾeal to [C7]lose
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