There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on friday night
And stay in bed until sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
just my imagination
just my imagination
just my imagination
It was...
just my imagination
just 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
Let it never be said that I’d be unstable
just my imagination
just my imagination
just my imagination
It was...
just my imagination
just my imagination
just my imagination
It was...
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
It’s not my imagination
It’s not my imagination
--The Cramberries--
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Me siento realmente muy extraño estos días, no me encuentro y lo que es peor, siento que nadie me entiende. Cometo los mismos errores uno tr...
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