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Even though we can't turn back again my eyes They remain closed I'll take one more for the road My heart It must be real, I'm told Shiny loot Some plastic boots A band-aid on your nose I think perhaps my memories false But my mind It must be real, I'm told Real, I'm told Scratched-up cars At rural bars May I take one of those to go? Perhaps I am just cold But if it stops us getting old All jokes aside I found my home So our love It must be real, I'm told Real, I'm told Real, I'm told Real, I'm told Real, I'm told From Letras Mania