Boutta break us off, it's a stampede
Of knockers and pixies sneaking 'neath your feet
Best believe when I say
X and Y marks the grave in the town 99
Move your thoughts out the way
For fuck's sake it's just a day
X and Y and then comes Z, Z, Z, Z
Hands up son, in the middle of the night they're listening
Jinxed up run, before you hear them
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
Never found myself, never can be
Didn't wanna wake up, now I never sleep
I'm afraid of the dark
Run and hide if you can
Tripping through mud and paste
Give it up, rest your mind
For fuck's sake we all die so easily
Hands up son, in the middle of the night they're listening
Jinxed up run, before you hear them
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
Like a drug, it's creeping on
I'm afraid to trip and fall into
The end of this alone
Like a drug, it's creeping on
I'm afraid to trip and fall into
The end of this alone
Hands up son, they're listening
Jinxed up run, before you hear them
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
It's the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
It's the real
The real thing, the real thing
It's the real
It's the real thing, the real thing
It's the real thing
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Writer(s): Antonio Dona', Cristiano Giusberti
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