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Feels like I'm waiting for the ending to a joke
Feels like a dream I had after I awoke
Feels like a year, but it hasn't been a day
Feels like I'm here, but I'm really far away
Hey, hey
Real life is so appealing
Because I get these special feelings
Feels like a car skidding out of control
Feels like a game that's got no goal
Feels like an off-time metronome
Feels like a prison, but it's just my home
And real life is so appealing
Sometimes I just stare at the ceiling
[Guitar solo]
Feels likе a riddle that never makеs sense
It feels like thieves for presidents
It feels like a feeling I can't define
And I'm still waiting for that damn punchline
And real life is so appealing
Because I get these special feelings
Real life is so appealing
Sometimes I just stare at the ceiling
Real Life was written by Chris Barrows.