Nothing is quite real to me

Will we finally be what we want
Chasing our childish dreams?

Will we get what we wish
Choosing old memories?

And now that you know
That you could have it
It doesn’t mean a thing

Will we stay for a long time here
Where nothing is real to me?

Where you will always walk alone
There’s not such a place called home

You could love it
You could love everyone
Even though it’s hard
Not to hate someone

We will finally be what we want to
Without wanting more than we need

We will get what we wish
Without whishing more than we got

And now that we know
That we have what it takes
It’s beginning to make sense

We will stay for a long time here
Where nothing is real to me

Where we’ve been wandering around
And it’s such a small town

You could hate it
You could hate everyone
Even though it’s hard
Not to love someone

All the rivers are dry, all the mountains are high

Don´t let me dream when I’m drunk
Don´t let me drink when I’m done
Just don´t let me drink when I’m drunk

All the rivers are dry, all the mountains are high
And there are no more roads, no more neon signs
All our youth is next to a big empty land
And there are no more chances, no more American dreams
It ain´t no love

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