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Just My Imagination

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Just My Imagination

Each day through my window I watch him as he passes by.

 I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy:

To have a man like him is truly a dream come true;

Out of all the fellas in the world, he belongs to you."

But it was just my imagination, running away with me;

It was just my imagination, running away with me.

"Soon we´re together, raising our own family:

A cozy little home, out in the far country,

With two children, maybe three."

I tell you I can visualize it all:

This couldn't be a dream, for too real it all seems.

But it was just my imagination, once again running away with me;

Tell you, it was just my imagination, running away with me.

Every night, on my knees I pray:

"Dear lord, hear my plea:

Don´t ever let another take his love from me,

Or I will surely die.

His love is ... heavenly:

When his arms enfold me,

I hear his tender rhapsody."

But in reality ... he doesn´t even know of me.

It was just my imagination, once again running away with me;

Oh, tell you, it was just my imagination, running away with me.

( I never met him, but I can't forget him. )

Just my imagination, yeah, yeah, yeah, running away with me;

Oo-oh, just my imagination, running away with me.

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