| Depression in a bottle
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| I cried after meeting him
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| In the streets, next to Washington Park
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| Berlin’s where he settled
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| Up and moved away again
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| And the tiniest conversation
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| I want the real life, the thing that’s real to me
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| This isn’t what I want
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| In time it doesn’t heal
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| I want the real life, show me something to be
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| I don’t have anyone around
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| I want it all
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| He’s talking and I’m nodding
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| I’m tryna find a way to leave
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| Lucy’s calling, but I can’t slip away
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| A part of me is dying
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| Excuse my brain from crying at
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| All the nonsense you’r spewing outside
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| I want the ral life, the thing that’s real to me
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| This isn’t what I want
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| In time it doesn’t heal
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| I want the real life, show me something to be
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| I don’t have anyone around
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| I want it all
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| I want the real life, the thing that’s real to me
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| Not anyone here is around
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| There’s nothing else to be
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| Show me a real life, a thing that’s just for me
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| And not for anybody else
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| I want it all
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| I want it all (All)
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| I want it all
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| It all, it all, it all
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| You know you want the real life
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| There’s nothing else to be
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| Show me a real life
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| Show me a real life
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| Show me a real life
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| Show it to me, show me
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| I’ll push you down in the park outside |