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I went out looking for a real thing Didn't notice it was hanging by the door Didn't leave a message or anything Yeah, she doesn't wanna wait for me no more Walking in the city with a real thing No one tells you what the real thing is for Making up a story for Yeah you spilled the real thing all over the floor Driving on the highway from the old place Got a license for the real thing on the dash Hoping I can make it through to April On whatever's left of all this label cash No, I never thought I was the real thing There were certain tests I thought that I would pass Maybe when you're older you can give me that From Letras Mania