City Sleeps - Prototype Lyrics
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Prototype
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What Are The Lyrics For Prototype By City Sleeps?
I made her from pieces of stars
The ones that fell when you shot through A sky that burned not to return No other element would do Her soul was grown in the bathroom Her heart is just a red balloon I gave her lips from wild orchids When she came out of the cocoon Not the real thing Not the real thing Not the real thing I can barely see the sun Now it's blue I can barely see the sun Because she kisses like a prototype I programmed her with eye color Majestic emerald green Uploaded with your attitude She will do it like a machine But no matter how hard I've tried She never smiles unless she's high And just like you Won't ever stop crying Not the real thing Not the real thing Not the real thing I can barely see the sun Now it's blue I can barely see the sun Because she kisses like a prototype Kisses like a prototype of you Please come back and rescue me from the machines And I'll be wondering why you do it with somebody else Please come back and rescue me And I'll be wandering while you do it with somebody else Not the real thing Not the real thing Not the real thing I can barely see the sun Now it's blue I can barely see the sun She's a prototype of you I can barely see the sun Now it's blue I can barely see the sun Because she kisses like a prototype Kisses like a prototype |
Who Wrote Prototype By City Sleeps?
Adriel Alan Garcia, Elliott Marsh Sharp, John Leslie Whitney, Steve Miloszewski
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