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I want a National Geographic I want to see the world I'm just a mess of old photographs and videos And all of the best friends in life that I've met We're just actors from movies and roles from books I've read Feeling dead like history Pages of bad magazines I don't want to see the world in black and white Feeling dead, I'm history Dreaming's got the best of me I don't want to see the world in black and white I want to be a successful man I want to dent this world I'll stop off to give autographs and cameos And all of the places in life that I've seen Are vacations I stole from the drive-in silver screen Feeling dead like history Opportunity, remember me? I don't want to see the world in black and white Feeling dead, I'm history Experience never got to me And I don't want to see the world in black and white Oh, white Letras de canciones So long Help me 'cause I don't belong So long I want to come along I want the shadow of Peter Pan I want to own this world I want to never wake up from my dreams 'Cause all of my life that I've made sweet has soured I've seen my own death on the prime time hour Feeling dead like history Riddle me with tragedy I don't want to see the world in black and white Feeling dead, I'm history Overthrow me, catastrophe I don't want to see the world in black and white Alright So long Help me 'cause I don't belong So long Everything real always feels so wrong So long I don't want to borrow my best anymore So long Now I'm swinging to the motions of (So long) What once was where everything seemed possible (So long) 'Cause in dreams I never had to push and shove (So long) And now I'm swinging to the motions of (So long) I don't want to sing this song anymore on my own (So long) 'Cause everybody's out there livin' the life that I thought I owned (So long) And now I'm waiting to find out now what I thought, I thought I was (So long) And now I'm swinging to the motions of (So long) Love, love, love, love, love From Letras Mania