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Poor FakeDon't matter where you hideIt'll catch right up to you You can try to resist the feeling Slip the canvas in my blues When the water starts boiling over Start second-guessing yourself Like, "Is it me, can they give you something That might just be missing?" Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? Like a moth to the flame, you held it When their attention swayed, lust ruled it Through the halls of your fog I want you to find me, masterpiecin' From the forgeries of fools I've cut my hands on a thousand pieces Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? As I stare into its frame, slowly approaching At first glance, this is the finest painting I've ever laid eyes on As they all say, it truly is one of a kind I lift my magnifying glass to its smooth lines Taking a closer look, inspection is key What do we have here? Could this be a forgery? Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? Listen Is this real or just a poor fake? |