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'll 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