| 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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| But it’s not imagination
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| It’s not imagination
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| It’s 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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| But it’s not imagination
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| It’s not imagination
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| It’s not imagination
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| It’s not me, can’t you see for yourself
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| But it’s not imagination
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| It’s not imagination
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| It’s not imagination
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| It’s not me, can’t you see for yourself
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| That’s… All… There… Is… |