Grade school science class aerodynamics
Felt like I had just discovered magic
And I was gonna turn my bike into an airplane
And fly it, far away from here
But nothing ever turns out how you think it will
And no one ever gets quite how you feel
And nothing ever turns out how you think it will
And no one ever gets quite how you feel
Alright
Maybe I'm not real, real
Maybe I'm not real, real
Maybe I'm not real
Maybe I'm not real, real
Darkness comes and there's nowhere to hide out
It's looking for the cracks, you turn the lights out
You turn your back on anything they might use
The world is just a jungle trying to kill you, kill you
But nothing ever turns out how you think it will
And no one ever gets quite how you feel
And nothing ever turns out how you think it will
And no one ever gets quite how you feel
Alright
Maybe I'm not real, real
Maybe I'm not real, real
Maybe I'm not real
Maybe I'm not real, real
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