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Real Life
Counting backwards, ten
through one
As the faces look down
If I sit very still, then perhaps they'll come out to play
Isn 't real life insane?
Isn 't real life insane?
Isn 't it?
Hold on to my breath and don't look away
If they see me they'll tell
I am always told that I'm good
It 's a game
So I 'll make some more land
and an Island of sand
Safe in here
I hear the shadows at night, watch them crawl into sight
Sounds and light, I make them all
Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul, before they lock you away
I can close both my eyes and imagine, it's a game
Isn 't real life insane?
Isn 't real life insane?
Isn 't it?
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