Living In The Real World - Blondie

By Deborah Harry, Chris Stein

Everyday you got to wake up

Disappear behind your makeup

Take away your calendar watch

And you can’t keep track

Until your heart attack

Hey I’m living in a magazine

Page to page in my submarine

Hey now cindy you can’t get to me

Neither nor evade her

I’ll see you later 'cause

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world

No more

No more

I can be whatever I want to

I talk to me I even agree

Everyday is a hollow day

You can look through the glass

And take a photograph

You would never walk on the moon

Leave your body and talk to the room

You could never talk to me

Cause I’m not here and you’re not there

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world

No more

No more

Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone

Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone

Bye bye

I can do anything at all

I’m invisible and I’m seven feet tall

From a curve on a digital clock

?

everybody stop

Hey I’m living in a magazine

Page to page in teenage dream

Hey now mary you can’t follow me

I’m so alive I’m on a power drive

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world

I’m not living in the real world