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Nicotine Dolls - Real House (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicotine Dolls
Nicotine Dolls
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Cieri
Samuel Cieri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Cieri
Samuel Cieri
Producer
Eric Sanderson
Eric Sanderson
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Engineer

Lyrics

We were playing house 'Til the rent went up And they said, "Move out" I don't wanna do that now 'Cause I like the lines in the script we wrote Especially the ones un-spoke where Where we just lock eyes You said the show's getting bad All of the TV sets make you sad I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be the reason for that I know that you gotta move to a real house with real walls A normal couch where your feet touch the floor Your head's on the chest of someone you adore But I'm gonna stay in a good dream, in the last scene Where you told me the coffee is done Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells, "Cut" (This is one, take one) This how it plays out Every other night on a weekday Begin to watch a movie around eight Go to bed and fade the next day Then all the lights go out And all the audience cheers You turn away and walk outta here I remembered we're pretending to feel, oh yeah Between the start and the stop is just a fiction I think I like the lie like an addiction That's why I didn't cry when the credits were run I know that you gotta move to a real house with real walls A normal couch where your feet touch the floor Your head's on the chest of someone you adore But I'm gonna stay in a good dream, in the last scene Where you told me that the coffee is done Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells- Oh, a rerun is fine when you're in it Until you know how it ended Then you're just waiting for the screen to go black Oh, oh, a rerun is fine when you're in it If you stop before the last minute And you start again Can, can we start it again? I, I don't think I can handle losing my best friend You said the show's getting bad All of the TV sets make you sad I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be the reason for that You gotta move to a real house with real walls A normal couch where your feet touch the floor Your head's on the chest of someone you adore But I'm gonna stay in the dream, in the last scene Where you told me the coffee is done Nobody move, watch trash TV and start again Nobody move, watch trash TV and start again Nobody move, watch trash TV 'til someone yells, "Cut" I can't look at it, try it once more Just let me do it by myself, you go away (Can't do it) you don't say? (It's still not on, is it?)
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