Imaginary friends They will always let you down
And when all the good times end
You won't be seeing them around
For they run where the action is
And they'll cross you off their list
Do you comprehend now
To imaginary friends You don't exist
No
They'll ask you where you've been
But never wait for your reply
They'll meet you when your ship comes in
But never meet you eye to eye
As all the friends who've been real and true
Wonder who you're talkin' to
One thing you can depend on Imaginary friends
They can't see you
No
You can paint them a beautiful picture
But they won't understand
You can count all your friends on the fingers
Of one scalded hand
Imaginary friends
They will always leave you hanging ...
And you won't see them again
For they've gone where the action is
And they've crossed you off their list
Do you comprehend now
Imaginary friends
They don't exist
No
Imaginary friends
They don't exist
No no no
I used to have an imaginary friend too. His name was Kundu. Kundu had beautiful smooth yellow skin and a coney head. My dad and mom tried to convince me that it was just a banana. But I refused to believe it. Cause Kundu taught me many things about life, including how to pull chicks and cheat at video games. Then about a month later, Kundu turned all black and mom proceeded to chuck him into a bin. I still wake up some nights screaming Kundu's name.
Ron Sexsmith - Imaginary Friends (from Retriever)
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