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Something Real (Lyrics video)

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Something Real (Lyrics video)

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Thanks for listening. I hope you enjoy it. If you did, leave a like and maybe subscribe. For more, check out the rest of the channel ‪@NerdMcGerd73VDR‬ Something Real © 2026 K.L. Turner Video made in: https://vizzy.io I left the window cracked again the curtains breathed like something living I swear I saw you standing out in the yard standing where the sprinkler dug a trench You've got no name I'd recognize no face that holds in the waking light just the weight of you beside me gone the second I break right The radio's talking to nobody the clock says eight I'm still somewhere between the sheets and dark I've been waking up still looking for you And I know it's only sleep but I swear it's more than sleep you leave something in the room something I can almost keep I'm pulling at the seam of something real Tearing through the cotton of a dream You keep burning at the back of my eyes Like a match I struck and couldn't snuff out Like a match I struck… I just can’t let it die Last Tuesday I slept fourteen hours trying to get back to where you were I woke with gravel in my throat and your ghost already a blur Chasing down a dream that moves through walls like it's already dead There's a bruise along my shoulder from slamming into the bed And I know it's only sleep but I swear it's more than sleep you leave something in the room something I can almost keep I'm pulling at the seam of something real Tearing through the cotton of a dream You keep burning at the back of my eyes Like a match I struck and couldn't snuff out Like a match I struck… I just can’t let it die Maybe you're the part of me I buried in the yard when I was eight maybe you're the door I dreamed about behind the house on Kellerman and State I don't know if chasing helps I don't know if stopping would hurt less hurt less... hurt less hurt less I'm pulling at the seam of something real Tearing through the cotton of a dream You keep burning at the back of my eyes Like a match I struck… I just can’t let it die like a match I struck and couldn't — breathe I left the window cracked again the curtains breathed like something living I swear I saw your shape out in the yard I swear I saw your shape...