| Give me the tools I’m gonna build a fake you
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| Give me the tools I’m gonna build a fake you
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| Forget all the fights, I’ll fill you with light
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| I’ll die with a smile but my heart will stay wild
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| I’m scared to break you but I will never fake it
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| I’m scared to break you but I will never fake it
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| Notice all the ways I wake when all the water sifts down
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| Later I will grow later I’ll be angry still
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| It’s sin the way I dig my heels in
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| I left you in Brooklyn, alone under the burning stars
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| But you’re the broken wall I wail to
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| I’ll shatter with the real you, no matter how fake you are
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| I got some calls from my better days
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| When I got wrapped for what I shouldn’t say
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| But I got all the truth I needed from the belly of New York
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| You can look and never find the button that will give you a new song
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| So I call the law when I feel lost
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| You’ll be the clouds over slick moss
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| And I’ll tell you all my dreams if you promise me you’ll stay here
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| And if you find me half dead you will cry with real tears
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| It’s sin the way I dig my heels in
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| I left you in Brooklyn, alone under the burning stars
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| But you’re the broken wall I wail to
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| I’ll shatter with the real you, no matter how fake you are
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| Give me the tools I’m gonna build a fake you
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| Give me the tools I’m gonna build a fake you |