
The Real Thing Sabrina Carpenter
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[Chorus]
Pick me out just like a petal
Straight from your garden, more than I'll bargain for
But I wouldn't slow down our train from movin' a hundred miles per hour
I know doors that'll open are doors that'll close
And we're settlin' somewhere between
At least I can still say—
[Verse 1]
I don't know what it is that I'm feelin'
I think my mother loves you more than she loves me
And they're usually right about some things
Just takes a little while for me to admit it
[Pre-Chorus]
But suddenly everything I don't believe in
Is what I actually believed in all along
Told myself thеre were just no "Mеant to be"
But I think a part of me will always be wrong
[Chorus]
Pick me out just like a petal
Straight from your garden, more than I'll bargain for
But I wouldn't slow down our train from movin' a hundred miles per hour
I know doors that'll open are doors that'll close
And we're settlin' somewhere between
At least I can still say thanks for the real thing
Pick me out just like a petal
Straight from your garden, more than I'll bargain for
But I wouldn't slow down our train from movin' a hundred miles per hour
I know doors that'll open are doors that'll close
And we're settlin' somewhere between
At least I can still say—
[Verse 1]
I don't know what it is that I'm feelin'
I think my mother loves you more than she loves me
And they're usually right about some things
Just takes a little while for me to admit it
[Pre-Chorus]
But suddenly everything I don't believe in
Is what I actually believed in all along
Told myself thеre were just no "Mеant to be"
But I think a part of me will always be wrong
[Chorus]
Pick me out just like a petal
Straight from your garden, more than I'll bargain for
But I wouldn't slow down our train from movin' a hundred miles per hour
I know doors that'll open are doors that'll close
And we're settlin' somewhere between
At least I can still say thanks for the real thing
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