Oh pity us here we angels of lead

We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread

Get real

Get real



You can't stop meaningful teenage cries

From deep behind fifty year old eyes

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CHORUS

I'm scared to touch

Too tense to be undone

I walk the streets

Not expecting morning sun



Against the voice of doom

Failures fall all over town



I guess I should, I feel I should

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Get real



What's up?

What happened when I wasn't around?

Who did what?

What went down?



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Think about myself it happens to me

It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel



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Get real



CHORUS



I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town

I feel I should, I guess I should



Get real

Get real

Get real

Get real



The dazzle of light

The rape of life

The seed, the curse

The jazz of life



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Get real

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