| «You are a flawed machine,» she said
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| «Hope that’s worth something»
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| We always clashed, even when we wore nothing
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| I said, «Hell yeah, you look so good when you’re crumbling»
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| The gloss and grandeur of molding tangerines and trashy magazines
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home
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| Fake baby
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| Blood crazy
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| Pinprick wire mom dead daisy
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| Fake baby
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| So they can just take you home
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| My eyes are crossed, my will is lost and I’m wasted
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| Every queasy thought I’ve had is inflated
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| I puke onstage and slip, face plant and I’m faced with
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| The acid reflux remains of subjective truth
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| Still, I always knew
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home
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| Fake baby
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| Blood crazy
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| Pinprick wire mom dead daisy
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| Fake baby
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| So they can just take you home, take you home
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| Beneath your bombast and the humor of syntax
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| In carbonite a human being
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| Once you saw through me but now I’m an employee
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| So sick of it tired and wizened and free
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home
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| You’re fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home
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| Fake baby
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| Blood crazy
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| Pinprick wire mom dead daisy
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| Fake baby
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| So they can just take you home, take you home |