Replica - Beck

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