Текст песни The Image

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

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.

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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

[Repeat Chorus]

[Guitar and harmonica interludes]

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

[Repeat Chorus]