Real Life Repeat
Man, there we were sitting in the front row,
this one night now a fantasy come true.
There is no way we could begin to know
in that moment what we would need to do.
A backstage pass you were able to go,
Prince let you in I had to fret and stew.
The Artist's spontaneous meet and greet,
woke up now I want a real life repeat.
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