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Nothing is real
I know this cause I made a deal
With the devil he told me I was just wasting my time on the moon
So I flew to the sun
Lost track of my soul on the run
Suffering 12 degree burns
I learned that the sun was no fun
So I ran back to earth
Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt
Honestly gravity sees me as a liability
So I held my breath
'Till my soul left my body for dead
I ripped through the clouds to talk to the man in the sky

I said take this for what it is
I think you're a tad bit prejudice against
The ones like us that are searching for the answers
He said kid you don't know shit
You should go back home and live
In that quite little town you left behind
I'm coming home
Don't you cry (don't you cry)
I'm coming home
Just in time (just in time)

I am a fake
A constant go-getter of fate
I lost track of time
I carried my mind on a plate
I seasoned it well
With acid and MDMA
Then I howled at the moon
'Till the sun burned out both of my eyes
So I checked my pulse
Standing there white as a ghost
I lacked in completion
And stabbed my reflection twelve times
So I held my breath
'Till my soul left my body for dead
I ripped through the clouds
To talk to the man in the sky

I said take this for what it is
I think you're a tad bit prejudice against
The ones like us that are searching for the answers
He said kid you don't know shit
You should go back home and live
In that quite little town you left behind
I'm coming home
Don't you cry (don't you cry)
I'm coming home
Just in time (just in time)

I don't know what I've been told
I will sell my soul to rock and roll
I don't know where to go
I have lost control, oh no
I don't know what I've been told
I will sell my soul to rock and roll
I don't know where to go
I have lost control, oh no
I don't know what I've been told
I will sell my soul to rock and roll
I don't know where to go
I have lost control, oh no
I don't know what I've been told
I will sell my soul to rock and roll
I don't know where to go
I have lost control, oh no



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