John Osbourne

You ride on the bus that leaves from the south
The one who crosses the lands where working people sleeps
Then you reach the east and cross under the bridge
There you find the boy standing on the wall

Everybody knows he's not a real child
Everybody knows he has no life
Everybody knows he's not a real child
Everybody knows he has no life

His piercing gaze and his brown hair
He's like the one who made the queen cry
He looks so fine and so relaxed
He doesn't try to get along with you

Everybody knows he's not a real child
Everybody knows he has no life
Everybody knows he's not a real child
Everybody knows he has no life



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Alexis Reyes Ramírez
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