Go Betty Go
Unreal

It's you I wanna hear,
Nothing more to please my ears
Our moments go back in time,
As I sit here watching TV
So please just come home straight to me

Tell me that you'll be okay
I'll fight my tears while I must wait
Just come to me and I'll hold you tight
Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times

Nothing is real
Nothing is real

Two weeks have passed in all,
your cell phone still rings when I call
I imagine that you'll be fine
Reassuring myself all the time
While this feeling of grief leaves me blind

Tell me that you'll be okay
I'll fight my tears while I must wait
Just come to me and I'll hold you tight
Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times

Nothing is real
Nothing is real



Mirror lyrics:


Nothing is real
Nothing is real

Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times
Just come to me and I'll hold you tight
I'll fight my tears while I must wait
Tell me that you'll be okay

While this feeling of grief leaves me blind
Reassuring myself all the time
I imagine that you'll be fine
your cell phone still rings when I call
Two weeks have passed in all,

Nothing is real
Nothing is real

Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times
Just come to me and I'll hold you tight
I'll fight my tears while I must wait
Tell me that you'll be okay

So please just come home straight to me
As I sit here watching TV
Our moments go back in time,
Nothing more to please my ears
It's you I wanna hear,


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