Witching Hour
People just don't seem to understand, who is this person, he's just a man
He's seen it high, he's seen it low, travelled miles he don't know
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He's got the way, he's got the power
He got the reach, he'll never cower
He gonna tell you to tear down the tower
He'll make you pay in the witching hour
Imagination takes him far away, dreamin' up things he might write down someday
People come for it then they can say At least I'm not alone, somebody else has been that way
Chorus
He gets so confused when he knows he's being used
He's so easily abused and it hurts him so
When Mr Dreamer comes up with a new light
To cast on something hidden deep in the night
Imagination can be painfully bright
Some people love him for it, others say he ain't got no right
Chorus + He gets so confused...