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Imaginary friends |
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They will always let you down |
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And when all the good times end |
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You won't be seeing them around |
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For they run where the action is |
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And they'll cross you off their list |
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Do you comprehend now? |
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To imaginary friends, you don't exist, no |
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They'll ask you where you've been |
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But never wait for your reply |
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They'll meet you when your ship comes in |
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But never meet you eye to eye |
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As all the friends who've been real and true |
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Wonder who you're talkin' to |
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One thing you can depend on |
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Imaginary friends, they can't see you, no |
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You can paint them a beautiful picture |
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But they won't understand |
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You can count all your friends on the fingers |
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Of one scalded hand |
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Imaginary friends |
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They will always leave you hanging |
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And you won't see them again |
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For they've gone where the action is |
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And they've crossed you off their list |
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Do you comprehend now |
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Imaginary friends, they don't exist, no |
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Imaginary friends, they don't exist, no, no, no |
