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Depression in a bottle I cried after meeting him In the streets next to Washington Park Berlins where he settled Up and moved away again And the tiniest conversation I want the real life, the thing that's real to me This isn't what I want In time it doesn't heal I want the real life, show me something to be Don't have anyone around I want it all He's talking and I'm nodding Tryna find a way to leave Lucy's calling, but I can't slip away A part of me is dying Excuse my brain from crying at All the nonsense you'rе spewing outside I want the rеal life, the thing that's real to me This isn't what I want In time it doesn't heal I want the real life, show me something to be Don't have anyone around I want it all I want the real life, the thing that's real to me Not anyone here's around There's nothing else to be Show me a real life, a thing that's just for me And not for anybody else I want it all (I want it all!) I want it all It all, it all, it all (You know you want the real life!) (There's nothing else to be) (Show me a real life) Show me a real life (Show me, show me) (Show me) Show me (I'll push you down in the park outside...)
Writer(s): Grace Rose Repasky, Finn Wolfhard, Malcolm Craig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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