| Come to my bedroom, come to my tomb
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| Come as you were back before when you came so soon
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| Don’t bring me no papers, don’t tell me what’s news
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| Hide away from their history, hide away from their truth
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| We’re not living in the real world
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| Where the shameless become famous
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| And the train wrecks entertain us
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| We’re not living in the real world
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| Where you work everyday and you die everyday
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| And you work everyday and you die anyway
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| All the city boys sing about their sad dick city
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| All the pretty girls swear, they don’t mean to be pretty
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| I don’t care about them, I only care about you
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| We’re going to slip out of time, slip out of view
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| We’re not living in the real world
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| Where the shameless become famous
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| And the train wrecks entertain us
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| We’re not living in the real world
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| Where you work everyday and you die everyday
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| And you work everyday and you die anyway
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| Say goodbye to the real world
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| Come into mine, come into mine
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| Say goodbye to the real world
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| Come into mine, come into mine
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| What’s so cool 'bout the real world?
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| Leave it behind, leave it behind
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| Say goodbye to the real world
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| And say you’ll be, say you’ll be
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| Say you’ll be, say you’ll be mine
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| Say you’ll be mine
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| Say you’ll be mine
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| Say you’ll be mine
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| Say you’ll be mine
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| We’re not living in the real world
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| We’re not living in the real world |