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Sangtekst: Richard Marx. Repeat Offender. Real World.

I remember me sittin' on my daddy's knee
Dreamin' 'bout what life had in store for me
When I look back now it really makes me mad
The years I took for granted were the best I had

School was alright, gave me time to fantasize
But one day I woke up and I realized

I'm livin' in the real world
Where everything's written in black and white
Livin' in the real world
Where you don't get nothin' unless you fight

I wanna relax but I don't know how
The pressures on me are much stronger now
I remember the days I didn't have a care
Aside from being afraid somebody'd cut my hair

I wanna make it before my chances are gone
They say be patient but it takes too long

I'm livin' in the real world
Where everything's written in black and white
Livin' in the real world
Where you don't get nothin' unless you fight

Real world
Where there ain't no holiday in sight
Livin' in the real world
Where you don't get nothin' unless you fight

Someday soon I'll settle down for good
There was a time I thought I never would
I'm gonna live with a lady on a quiet beach
I'm gonna have three kids, maybe one of each, ooh yea

Well, I've got to make it before my chances are gone
They say, "Be patient" but it takes too long

I'm livin' in the real world
Where everything's written in black and white
Livin' in the real world
Where you don't get nothin' unless you fight

Real world
Already no holiday in sight
Livin' in the real world
Where you don't get nothin' unless you fight, ohh