måndag, november 16

fake plastic trees

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.

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And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.

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