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Brian McFadden
Brian McFadden
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Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
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Jimmy Hogarth
Jimmy Hogarth
Акустическая гитара
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
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Brian McFadden
Brian McFadden
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Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
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Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
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Richard Flack
Richard Flack
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Paul Stanborough
Paul Stanborough
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Bullshit dinners and the free champagne Men in suits who think they know it all No one knows me but they know my name That's not real to me Hotel lobby to the aeroplane Another country but they start to look the same Watch the world behind a windowpane That's not real to me When I see my babies run When all the madness has been and gone I'll raise my family and live in peace Now, that's what's real to me, real to me Dying flowers in a dressing room A dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind Got me thinking that the spirit's flown That's not real to me When I see my babies run When all the madness has been and gone I'll raise my family and live in peace Now, that's what's real to me Picnics in the garden Then the children they can play The first day of the summer and I laze here all the day And we'll invite the family 'round And drink some English tea Then I raise up my finger and watch football on TV Yeah, oh Now that's what's real to me When I see my babies run When all the madness has been and gone I'll raise my family and live in peace Now, that's what's real to me That's what's real to me, real to me Wake up, you might be dreamin' Wake up, you might be dreamin' now
Writer(s): Brian Mcfadden, Guy Antony Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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