| By Deborah Harry, Chris Stein
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| Everyday you got to wake up
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| Disappear behind your makeup
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| Take away your calendar watch
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| And you can’t keep track
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| Until your heart attack
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| Hey I’m living in a magazine
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| Page to page in my submarine
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| Hey now cindy you can’t get to me
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| Neither nor evade her
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| I’ll see you later 'cause
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| No more
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| No more
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| I can be whatever I want to
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| I talk to me I even agree
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| Everyday is a hollow day
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| You can look through the glass
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| And take a photograph
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| You would never walk on the moon
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| Leave your body and talk to the room
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| You could never talk to me
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| Cause I’m not here and you’re not there
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| No more
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| No more
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| Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone
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| Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone
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| Bye bye
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| I can do anything at all
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| I’m invisible and I’m seven feet tall
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| From a curve on a digital clock
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| ? |
| everybody stop
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| Hey I’m living in a magazine
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| Page to page in teenage dream
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| Hey now mary you can’t follow me
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| I’m so alive I’m on a power drive
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world
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| I’m not living in the real world |