| I always dreamed of it
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| That one day I’d make a hit
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| To defend myself against myself
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| Sang all the way to school
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| When I was a little girl
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| I knew I was from another world
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| Sometimes I see her sunbathe, in the window
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| And those childhood feelings, pouring down on my head
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| I hear a happy song and though
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| I never could write one, to describe the way I feel
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| When blue shadows fight an odd white apartment
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| I know they’re real… they’re real… they’re real
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| I hear a happy song I know
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| It’s real… it’s real… it’s real
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| I died to see you there
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| When we knew I shouldn’t care
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| My heart beat me crazy, through the street
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| Found when I climbed the stairs
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| Saw you laughing with him there
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| Sitting pretty as two dripping knives
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| True lust only exists, inside my heart
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| And in these moments, that I’m heartless
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| Life is meaningless, and poor
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| And real… so real
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| That dragon in my heart
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| Was something real… so real
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| It’s real… It’s real |