We Are Real Lyrics
| Song | We Are Real |
| Artist | Silver Jews |
| Album | American Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berman | |
| Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left | |
| And I will see you soon, my friend | |
| If these old directions still direct, oh yeah | |
| If these old directions still direct | |
| Is the problem that we can't see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? | |
| Birds of Virginia are flying within you | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We'll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| We've been raised on replicas | |
| Of fake and winding roads | |
| And day after day, up on this beautiful stage | |
| We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage | |
| But we are real, real | |
| I know we are real | |
| Repair is the dream of the broken thing | |
| Like a message broadcast on an overpass | |
| All my favorite singers couldn't sing | |
| All my favorite singers couldn't sing | |
| My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors | |
| And they help me see | |
| That everything in this room right now is a part of me, oh yeah | |
| Is a part of me | |
| Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We'll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| Realizing is how it feels | |
| Inside when it happens to you | |
| So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood | |
| And children wander off into the ultra-economic | |
| But we're real | |
| We are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real, real, real, real, real |
| zuo ci : Berman | |
| Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left | |
| And I will see you soon, my friend | |
| If these old directions still direct, oh yeah | |
| If these old directions still direct | |
| Is the problem that we can' t see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? | |
| Birds of Virginia are flying within you | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Won' t soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We' ll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| We' ve been raised on replicas | |
| Of fake and winding roads | |
| And day after day, up on this beautiful stage | |
| We' ve been playing tambourine for minimum wage | |
| But we are real, real | |
| I know we are real | |
| Repair is the dream of the broken thing | |
| Like a message broadcast on an overpass | |
| All my favorite singers couldn' t sing | |
| All my favorite singers couldn' t sing | |
| My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors | |
| And they help me see | |
| That everything in this room right now is a part of me, oh yeah | |
| Is a part of me | |
| Won' t soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We' ll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| Realizing is how it feels | |
| Inside when it happens to you | |
| So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood | |
| And children wander off into the ultraeconomic | |
| But we' re real | |
| We are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real, real, real, real, real |
| zuò cí : Berman | |
| Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left | |
| And I will see you soon, my friend | |
| If these old directions still direct, oh yeah | |
| If these old directions still direct | |
| Is the problem that we can' t see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? | |
| Birds of Virginia are flying within you | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Like background singers they all come in threes | |
| Won' t soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We' ll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| We' ve been raised on replicas | |
| Of fake and winding roads | |
| And day after day, up on this beautiful stage | |
| We' ve been playing tambourine for minimum wage | |
| But we are real, real | |
| I know we are real | |
| Repair is the dream of the broken thing | |
| Like a message broadcast on an overpass | |
| All my favorite singers couldn' t sing | |
| All my favorite singers couldn' t sing | |
| My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors | |
| And they help me see | |
| That everything in this room right now is a part of me, oh yeah | |
| Is a part of me | |
| Won' t soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? | |
| Once a day, twice a day | |
| When on and off collide | |
| We' ll set our souls aside and walk away | |
| Realizing is how it feels | |
| Inside when it happens to you | |
| So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood | |
| And children wander off into the ultraeconomic | |
| But we' re real | |
| We are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real | |
| I know we are real, real, real, real, real |
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