| You’re giving me the false impression
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| How it’s meant to be
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| All those things you do to yourself
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| Changed the natural course of life
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| Where you started from
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with any of that
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| But most of you has gone
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| You broke the rules, turned back the clock
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| Did everything in reverse
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| The ball and chain, the waiting game
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| Was it good for you pulling through
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| The years just slip away
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with any of that
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| But is it real?
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Real as the king’s new clothes
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Nobody knows
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| Can you Adam and Eve it
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| When the chips are down
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| When push comes to shove
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| And you’re looking for love
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| Last curtain call for whom the bell tolls
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| Things that go bump in the night
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with any of that
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| But is it real?
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Real as the king’s new clothes
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Nobody knows
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Real as the king’s new clothes
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| Is it real, real, real as can be?
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| Nobody knows
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| Nobody knows
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| Is it real?
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| Are you real?
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| So what’s real? |