Текст: Tracy Bonham. The Burdens Of Being Upright. The Real.

Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Aah, aah

I know the sun's around to wake the dead
You've got if anything, a bigger head
Most likely to perform was who I knew
But now, it's you that I have to know

Silly, who you know has got away
Sweet little who you know lives in L.A
Most likely to conceive was who I knew
But now, it's you that I have to know

Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real

Pocket the business card, be on your way
Pocket the smiling face and save the day
Most likely to perform was who I knew
But now, it's you that I have to know

Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real

Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real

Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Aah, aah
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