People are people
They've got to live
All about the mulberry bush
With a bottle full of fizz
In the eighteenth hole
Putting off the green
Who cares scares in the bunker
In tears, in tears
Living in the real world
Real people, real people
I want to be real
I'm an imaginary deal
Let it rip like thunder
The sport of the cracking willow
Feel the rain upon my face
Keep the wind as my pillow
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