It's a different way to express oneself as someone else
What do you feel?
All the sounds around the world, they're telling stories
Stories
It's a different kind of life
I couldn't exactly explain how much I like
Laying on the grass, my past seems to be burning
It's burning, and I can't stop
And I could list the stupid things
That you know how to spoil my plans
Behind the box of shoes
Guess you can no longer hide
Where have you been, been, been?
You look so real, real, real
Where have you been, been, been?
You look so real, real, real
In my room
A thousand voices out of tune
I could be in the center of the universe
It wouldn't be the same without your presence
I don't really want to be without your presence
'Cause I'm used to you
I'm used to you, and I can't stop
And I could list the stupid things
That you know how to spoil my plans
Behind the box of shoes
Guess you can no longer hide
Where have you been, been, been?
You look so real, real, real
Where have you been, been, been?
You look so real, real, real, real
My real cold dream
You will have enough if you don't have emotions
My real dream
You will have enough if you don't have emotions
My real cold dream
You will have enough if you don't have emotions
My real dream
You will have enough if you don't have emotions
I don't really want to
I don't really want to
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