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Imagine, the girls around town assemble

The traveler’s son they come askin’

Where he came from

‘Cause they’ve watched him

Washing his face near the pond

A curious boy and they wonder

Where he came from

He says: "'I, I have seen the world’s most beautiful places

Still I feel, as If I’m a walking machine

Watching it all through a screen

There is nothing in between

To me

This might as well not be real"

Imagine, the girls take him up on a hill

It’s an Indigo night, there’s a chill

The boy is confused but he’s still

As they gather around him

So many of them, they all sing

About the pleasures of life