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Sitting on the old bridge
Catching all the shellfish
They all think we're selfish
But they don't understand the way we feel

Casting ancient magic, nothing is real
A crescent in the water, seal the deal
Eating our bad habits with one big meal

Sitting on the old bridge
The sky is painted dark red
Running from the cool kids
'Cause they don't understand the way we feel

Nothing is real
Nothing is real
Nothing is real