Looked in the papers, looked in the magazines
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Wanted to find out, to know.
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Was there an answer, was there really something.
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Hidden beneath them below.
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Searched in the light and underneath the pictures.
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Something was written there.
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And through the smiles and under all the color
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A message on everything there.
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[Chorus]
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But it's not imagination
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Not imagination
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It's not me, look and see for yourself.
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Didn't believe it, although I saw myself.
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Wanted to look there again,
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But it was real and everybody saw it.
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When it was shown, pointed out to them,
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S.e.xisting, s.e.x.exciting
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Written where it doesn't show.
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What do we see, the product or the message.
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So hard to tell I don't know.
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[Chorus]
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But it's not imagination
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Not imagination
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It's not me, look and see for yourself.
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That's... All... There... Is....
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It's Not Imagination
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Gentle Giant |