Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I’m so tired don’t know where to begin
It’s so unreal It’s all I need This replica
I was the last to see me down on my knees These antibodies learn to be the disease And I learn to be what fights against me We’ll make a replica, a place we can sleep And we could live in a hollow tree Grow up old and bury the sea And when this replica begins to look cheap I’d throw it out but now it’s home to me
It’s so unreal It’s all I need This replica
Build it up Build it up This replica Now we build it up Build it up Build it up Build it up Build it up
