Baby, don't yell
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You're tearing a hole right through the walls
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Of everything we used to know
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I'm building a place, something amazing
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Just for the sake of saving us
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From under the sun
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Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run
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We're rolling the dice on whatever's left
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'Cause God only knows that we could use the rest...
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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'Cause real life just isn't right
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Let's fabricate
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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This real life just isn't right
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Let's get away
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Let's fabricate
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Baby, don't fret
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At least we're alive with just enough breath
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To truly despise the hills in the carpet
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Knots in the ties that bind us so tightly to our waking lives
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I'll build up a house, I'll build up an army
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Of cellophane soliders--cheap origami
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To take back a piece of whatever's left
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Of that little box that beats in your chest
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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'Cause real life just isn't right
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Let's fabricate
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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This real life just isn't right
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Let's get away
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Let's fabricate
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I'm building a place
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Something amazing just for the sake of saving us
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And whatever's left of that little box that beats in your chest
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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'Cause real life just isn't right
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Let's fabricate
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Me and you, living under a paper moon
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This real life just isn't right
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Let's get away
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This real life just isn't right
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Let's fabricate
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Under A Paper Moon
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| All Time Low |
