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Sp@ceM@nJoe
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my trust
is only lip service
too much my faith
is nothing but words
i am fake
there's nothing inside of me
 
make it real make it real
make it real
i'm sick of the lies
i'm sick of this junk
make it real make it real
make it real
i want to be what i say that i am
 
oh when i speak
don't trust me
cause it's probably a big lie
i have nothing
to hold my feet to the ground
 
make me real make me real
make me real
i'm sick of the lies
i'm so sick of all this junk
make me real make me real
make me real
i want to be what i say that i am
 
You come in
You recreate me
You breathe life into my soul
i want to be just like You
want to be something substantial
 
i want to be a carbon copy of You