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Lyrics for 'The Image' by 'Richard Marx'
Hope You Don't Believe A Word
Of All The Things I Know You've Heard About Me
Really Just A Pack Of Lies
You See The Truth Before Your Eyes Around Me
Hard To Keep It Straight
The Real From The Ruse
Probably Way Too Late
What Can I Do, But It's
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Not What You Think
Not What You Hear
Not What You See
It's Just The Image
It's All On A String
All Fantasy
Not Really Me
It's Just The Image
**would It Be Too Much To Ask
That You Could Just Give Me The Chance To Prove It
Or Would It Only Be A Waste Of Time
To Try To Make You Change Your Mind And Use It
What I've Been Looking For
Isn't What I Thought
Not Behind The Golden Door
You're All I've Got, And It's
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