They Might Be GiantsCounterfeit Faker

Call out the undertaker Call out the police Counterfeit Faker Is coming after me Yes, I loved him like my brother I loved him ambiguously There's no way to measure the damage he has done Counterfeit Faker Carries a grudge Nervous, I walk through windows I walk through a plate glass door Silent, his presence mocks me And draws me on some more Counterfeit Faker The damage has been done The damage has been done The damage has been done Counterfeit Faker Bring him on
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