| This house is made of paper
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| Built on the quickest sand
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| No pictures hang from its walls
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| Because I’d rather run than stand
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| But you don’t know, but you don’t know the truth yet
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| You’ll find it all out when I’m gone, I guess
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| I wanna tear you away, live in a new skin
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| Because I’m tired of being covered in this film of fiction
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| I haven’t believed a single damn word I’ve said
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| I’ve learned to tear the truth to shreds
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| Let’s face the facts, we’ve been avoiding in our tender dreamhouse
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| Let’s face the facts, take it all down
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| Watch it sink and smile wide, for we have vanquished unreality
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| We’ll be better off when it’s buried underground
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| I wanna tear you away, live in a new skin
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| Because I’m tired of being covered in this film of fiction
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| I haven’t believed a single damn word I’ve said
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| I’ve learned to tear the truth to shreds
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| Oh, lover |