Showbiz dinners and the free champagne, men in suits who think they know it all, no-one knows me but they know my name. That's not real to me. Hotel lobby to the aeroplane. Another country, but they start to look the same. Watch the world behind a window pane. That's not real to me.
When I see my babies run, when all the madness has been and gone, I'll raise my family and live in peace. Now, that's what's real to me.
Dying flowers in a dressing room. A dangerous time to let your head make up it's own mind. Got me thinking that the spirits flown. That's not real to me.
Picnics in the garden and the children they can play. The first day of the summer and I laze here all the day. Then we'll invite the family round and drink some english tea. Then I raise up my finger and watch football on TV. Now, that's what's real to me.
Wake up you might be dreaming.
Guy Chambers and Brian McFadden
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