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I woke up to a warm corona A cold blanket, see I warned you, I'm a loner It's her fault, pick a chick I isolated myself, my passion is making me selfish Say that you felt it I got dark and was turned to can it Most of this album is dark and self loathing Am I real, am I a lie? Can you feel what I provide? This is the art of real life This is the art of real life But I wonder what you feel like In my world outside a real life Fuck it, I love this thing I bring justice to dreams Not at all gone, I'm next up Am I real, am I a lie? Can you feel what I provide? This is the art of real life Letras de cancionesThis is the art of real life But I wonder what you feel like In my world outside a real life I climb back under the blanket and watch Southpark on mute Wondering what they meant From Letras Mania