| In the cab, a hatchback, deux chevaux
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| Playing billiards down at the bungalow
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| She said Kelly’s pool party was a no, no, no
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| I was wishing I could push fast forward, the seconds were passing by
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| Talking to the fortune teller, dialing a psychic line
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| Oh, I was floating like a feather in the wind
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| And left me waiting for my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| The board was beat down, busted up
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| Drinking orange Jarrito from a paper cup
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| She said, «I like you but I never fell in love»
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| Oh, I was floating like a feather in the wind
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| And another road would come winding to an end
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| And the magic eight ball read, «Hazy, try again»
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| And left me waiting for my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
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| I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Real life, real life
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| Real life
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| For my real life to begin
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| Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
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| I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
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| For my real life to begin
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| Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
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| For my real life to begin
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| I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
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| For my real life to begin |