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Wild Imagination
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Rare Americans
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Kindergarten teacher told my mom, "Your son's slow" Lead balloon with Patricia Ya mom told her where to go, yo When I was a kid, I'd visualize dope Places in the world that I'm gonna go What it would be like, I thought a lot about dough So I peddled bikes to start makin' some, you know In junior high school, wrote a story 'bout a crime A murder in New York, lived in Winnipeg at the time I let my mind take me on a ride I don't hold on, I don't drive I just ride You got a wild imagination Got a wild imagination Got a wild, wild, wild imagination What is, is What ain't, ain't And so what? And so what? Long before I dropped out of college Had a full on addiction to knowledge Heard Nirvana, tried marijuana I said yеs when someone said, "You wanna?" Enjoyеd both very much, with one I stay in touch Man, I like the feeling when my brain is in a rush Why'd I always talk back, att**ude and sa** Jacka** wisecracks in every damn cla** I flunked math, got kicked out of chemistry Only told me what a blemish this would be I appear to have turned out fine You just strengthened my spine I let my mind take me on a ride I don't hold on, I don't drive I just ride You got a wild imagination Got a wild imagination Got a wild, wild, wild imagination I ask myself a question One I've asked before "What the hell are you waiting for?" I let my mind take me on a ride I don't hold on, I don't drive I just ride You got a wild imagination Got a wild imagination Got a wild, wild, wild imagination
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