(Wang Chung)
On her televison, on her mamma's radio
She could paint a picture
More alive than all she ought to know
Her imagination running wild, she let it grow
In her imagination
Oh she felt she loved him so
Chorus:
The eyes of the girl are following me
Looking for the man that she pinned on me
The tears for a love that could never be
Now it's all over
They're raining on me
Oh it's raining
It's an empty world with a lifetime on your hands
Oh we must believe that
Something someone somewhere understands
Our imagination wants to capture what we feel
In our imagination
Everything is real
Repeat Chorus
On her televison, on her mamma's radio
She could paint a picture
More alive than all she ought to know
Her imagination running wild, she let it grow
In her imagination
Oh she felt she loved him so
Chorus:
The eyes of the girl are following me
Looking for the man that she pinned on me
The tears for a love that could never be
Now it's all over
They're raining on me
Oh it's raining
It's an empty world with a lifetime on your hands
Oh we must believe that
Something someone somewhere understands
Our imagination wants to capture what we feel
In our imagination
Everything is real
Repeat Chorus
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