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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Aubreys
The Aubreys
Performer
Lunar Vacation
Lunar Vacation
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grace Repasky
Grace Repasky
Songwriter
Finn Wolfhard
Finn Wolfhard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.J. Elias
T.J. Elias
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Depression in a bottle
I cried after meeting him
In the streets, next to Washington Park
Berlin's where he settled
Up and moved away again
And the tiniest conversation
[Chorus]
I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
This isn't what I want
In time it doesn't heal
I want the real life, show me something to be
I don't have anyone around
I want it all
[Instrumental]
He's talking and I'm nodding
I'm tryna find a way to leave
Lucy's calling, but I can't slip away
A part of me is dying
Excuse my brain from crying at
All the nonsense you're spewing outside
[Chorus]
I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
This isn't what I want
In time it doesn't heal
I want the real life, show me something to be
I don't have anyone around
I want it all
I want the real life, the thing that's real to me
Not anyone here is around
There's nothing else to be
Show me a real life, a thing that's just for me
And not for anybody else
I want it all
[Outro]
I want it all! (All)
I want it all
It all, it all, it all
You know you want the real life
There's nothing else to be
Show me a real life
Show me a real life
Show me a real life
Show it to me, show me
I'll push you down in the park outside
Written by: Finn Wolfhard, Grace Repasky, Malcolm Craig
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