I built a man made out of bricks, and lived inside his chest
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I beat my head against the wall to make a heart beat in his breast
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I smashed my fist against his ribs to suck the air inside
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And swing by swing, and blow by blow, I brought that man to life
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I built a man and cut his skin, and lived inside his heart
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I pumped it with my fingertips, and loved it from the start
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And with every beat I gave him a heartbeat of my own
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And I filled his veins with the blood I had
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Till his blood,
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Till his blood,
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Till his blood,
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Was my own
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Oh, I'd build you up, but we're not made of the same stuff,
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And even though I knocked you down, you're so much stronger than me
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Well, I would build you up, but we're not made of the same stuff,
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And even though I knocked you down, you're so much stronger than me
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Throwing Bricks
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| Florence + The Machine |
