Just my Imagination

The Cranberries

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| N.C. | N.C. | | | There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night Stay in bed until Sunday We used to be so free We were living for the love we had Living not for reality Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination It was Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination It was | | | | | There was a time I used to pray I have always kept my faith in love It's the greatest thing from the man above The game I used to play I've always put my cards upon the table Never be said that I'd be unstable Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination It was Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination (My imagination) Just my imagination It was | | | | | (x2) There is a game I like to play I like to hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed until Sunday We'll always be this free We will be living for the love we have Living not for reality It's not my imagination (My imagination) Not my imagination (My imagination) Not my imagination It was It's not my imagination (My imagination) Not my imagination (My imagination) Not my imagination It was Not my, not my, not my (My imagination) Not my, not my, not my (My imagination) Not my, not my Not my, not my, not my (My imagination) Not my, not my, not my (My imagination) Not my, not my | | | | | (x2) My imagination My imagination My imagination (My imagination) My imagination My imagination (My imagination) My imagination

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