Texty: Cranberries. Bury The Hatchet. Just My Imagination.

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
Just my imagination
Just my imagination, it was

Just my imagination
Just my imagination
Just my imagination, it was

That was the 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
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 and living not for reality

It's not my imagination
It's not my imagination
It's not my imagination, it was

Not my imagination
Not my imagination
Not my imagination, it was

Not my, not my, not my, not my
Not my, not my, not my, not my
My imagination, my imagination
My imagination, my imagination