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I made her from pieces of stars |
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The ones that fell when you shot through |
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A sky that burned not to return |
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No other element would do |
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Her soul was grown in the bathroom |
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Her heart is just a red baloon |
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I gave her lips from wild orchids |
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When she came out of the cocoon |
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Chorus: |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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I can barely see the sun |
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Now it's blue |
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I can barely see the sun |
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Because she kissees like a prototype |
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I programmed her with eye color |
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Majestic emerald green |
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Uploaded with your attitude |
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She will do it like a machine |
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But no matter how hard I've tried |
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She never smiles unless she's high |
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And just like you |
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Won't ever stop crying |
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Chorus |
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She kisses like a prototype of you |
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Please come back and rescue me from the machines |
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And I'll be wondering why you do it with somebody else |
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Please come back and rescue me from the machines |
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And I'll be wandering while you do it with somebody else |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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I can barely see the sun |
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Now it's blue |
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I can barely see the sun |
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She's a prototype of you |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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Not the real thing |
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I can barely see the sun |
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Now it's blue |
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I can barely see the sun |
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Because she kisses like a prototype |
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Her she kisses like a prototype |
