Don't matter where are you are
It'll catch right up to you
You can try to resist the feeling
Set the canvas in my blues
When the water starts boiling over
Start second-guessing yourself
Look, is it me, can't have given 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, lies rooted
Through the hearth of the fog
I want you to find me masterpiece and
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?
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