| Build a place to keep me safe
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| From those who fill their pockets wile the others pray
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| If I had my way id carve away my face
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| Fix me, I’m in a fragile state
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| Its all okay, I’m made of clay
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| I can mold and remold and remold into any shape
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| Like a butterfly I crawl till I fly
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| Waiting for my wings so this worm can worship the sky
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| Build a place to keep me safe
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| From those who fill their pockets while the others pray
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| If I had my pick id carve you
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| Into my skin
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| So we could be identical twins
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| Draw the drapes, I’m insane
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| At least that’s what they say
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| Who are they, I don’t know
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| Its hard to explain
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| They have names, yes they do
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| They each named after states
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| Want to see a trick
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| Just wait and Ill disintegrate
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| Build me a place to keep me safe
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| From those who fill their pockets while the others pray
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| If I had my way id carve away my face
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| Fix me, I’m in a fragile state
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| Fix me, I’m in a fragile state
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| Build me a place to keep me safe
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| From those who fill their pockets while the others pray
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| If I had my pick id carve you
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| Into my skin
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| So we could be identical twins |