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D
Time after time you told me it was the truth
G D
Time after time you lied to me through your tooth
D
How can you sing when everyone writes your song?
G D
You think you pull the strings and I get strung along
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Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
G D
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
D
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
G D
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
A
So cry, won't you cry?
A
You should have saved that for youth
G
And does it elevate the stakes
G
When you try to find the truth?
D A D G D A
In the real world, they make real deals
D A D G D A
And it hurts your cause and it clips your heels
Bm G Bm G A
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
D A D G D A
In the real world
D A D G D A
Baa, Baa, baa, baa, baa
D
It's not my way to slap you in the face
G D
When it seems your way to spell dis with a grace
D
Where are your friends, they're all moving on
G
Why do you get paid when everyone writes your song?
D A D G D A
In the real world but you make the deals
D A D G D A
And it hurts some more till you just can't feel
Bm G Bm G D A
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
D A D G D A
Save the real world for the suits in the cells
D A D G D A
Who only think they're free when freedom sells
Bm G Bm G A
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
D A D G D A
In the real world,
D A D G D A
in the real world
D A D G D A
Baa, raa, baa, baa, baa,
D A D G D A
baa, raa, baa, baa, baa
Written by Steve Cradock/Simon Fowler/Oscar Harrison/Damon Minchella