Papa Roach

Every day you've go to wake up and disappear behind your makeup.

Take away your calendar watch and you can't keep track until your heart attack.

Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine!

Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me, need an elevator.

Hey, I'll see you later, 'cause I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more.

Yeah.

I can be whatever I want to.

I talk to me, I even agree.

Every day's a holiday.

You can look through the glass and take a photograph.

You will never ever walk on the moon, leave your body and float through the room.

You could never conquer me, 'cause I'm not here and you're not there.

And, and I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more.

Yeah.

Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?

Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?

Bye bye!

I can do anything at all.

I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall.

Pull the plug on your digital clock and it all goes dark and the bodies stop.

Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my teenage dream.

Hey, now, Mary, you can't follow me, without a satellite.

I'm on a power flight 'cause I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more.

I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world.

I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more, no more.

No more, no more, no more.

No more, no more, no more.