The Real Thing Songtext
von The Badlees

The phone rings,
It′s your voice.
You said how,
There's no choice.
Your too cool, and i tour too much
How could this work, don′t keep in touch.
With every line I write, I'm one closer to leaving
Forever was a joke, the joke was I believed it.
Alone, leave me alone.

Run.
Run from this world without me.
No streets left for us to sleep.
The doorstep where I'll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye...
Whoa, Run from this world without me.
Whoa, no streets left for us to sleep.
Whoa, The doorstep where I′ll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye.


Would it, hurt less if I,
Learn how to, deal with goodbye.
You′re out late, and I never call,
What's left to say, smiles said it all.
My heart was so calloused,
I couldn′t even feel it,
You're lies were so careless,
How could i have believed it? no.
Leave me alone.

Run.
Run from this world without me.
No streets left for us to sleep.
The doorstep where I′ll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye...
Whoa, Run from this world without me.
Whoa, no streets left for us to sleep.
Whoa, The doorstep where I'll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye.

(GOODBYE!)

Run. Run from this world without me.
No streets left for us to sleep.
The doorstep where I′ll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye...
Whoa, Run from this world without me.
Whoa, no streets left for us to sleep.
Whoa, The doorstep where I'll leave my key.
I guess this is just goodbye.