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Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Folks got high and a quarter to 5
Don't you feel you're growing up undone
Nothing but the local DJ
Said he had some songs to play
What went down from his fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day
Imagine all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the strings
And the drums...
Oh
Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the bpm
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
This preacher plays it all night long
Nothing but the girls, ah
And your boys, ah
And the strings
And the drums...
Imagine all the girls, ah
And the boys, ah
And the strings
And the drums, ah oh
And all the girls, ah
And the boys, ah
And the strings
And the drums...
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