Hotel lobby to the aeroplane
Another country but they start to look the same
Watch the world behind a windowpane
That's not real to me
When I see my babies run
When all the madness has really gone
I raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me, real to me
Dying flowers in a dressing room
A dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind
Got me thinking 'bout the spirits flown
That's not real to me
When I see my babies run
When all the madness has really gone
I raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me
Picnics in the garden
And the children, they can play
The first day of the summer
And I laze here all the day
And we'll invite the family 'round
And drink some English tea
Then I raise up my finger
And watch football on TV
Yeah
Oooh
Now that's what's real to me
When I see my babies run
When all the madness has really gone
I raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me
That's what's real to me, real to me
Wake up, You might be dreaming
Wake up, You might be dreaming now
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