|  -    |                                 | | | | | (Oh, oh, oh, oh,...) | | | | | | | | | | I've got a picture in my head, in my head It's me and you, we are in bed, are in bed You'll always be there when I call, when I call You'll always be there most of all, all, all, all This is not Hollywood, like I understood Is not Hollywood, like, like, like This is not Hollywood, like I understood Is not Hollywood, like, like, like Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there? Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there? Get away, get away, get away-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Get away, get away, get away-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh | | | | | I've got a picture in my room, in my room I will return there I presume should be soon The greatest irony of all, shoot the wall It's not so glamorous at all, all, all, all This is not Hollywood, like I understood Is not Hollywood, like, like, like This is not Hollywood, like I understood Is not Hollywood, like, like, like Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there? Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there? Get away, get away, get away-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Get away, get away, get away-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh This is not Hollywood (runaway) This is not Hollywood, like, like (runaway), like, like (runaway) Like, like (runaway), like, like (runaway) Like, like (runaway), like, like (runaway) Like, like (runaway), like, like (runaway) Like, like (runaway), like, like (runaway) |  |     |  |     | |     |    -   |

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque une désillusion face à la réalité qui contraste avec l'idéal d'une vie glamour. Elle raconte l'histoire d'une personne qui se rappelle d’un moment intime partagé avec un être cher, tout en réalisant que cette vie ne correspond pas du tout à l'image fictive d'Hollywood. Les émotions sont teintées d'un certain désespoir et d'un désir d'évasion, soulignant une quête de sens et de connexion authentique dans un monde souvent superficiel. La répétition des phrases souligne ce besoin pressant de s'évader, laissant entendre que la vulgarité de la réalité peut parfois écraser nos rêves.