Fake City, Real City lyrics

by

Inga Copeland


Fake city, real city, false city

You cut the fog with a shard
An empty tower standing
Let the money bleed out
And see what's left as standing

Funny how it turns out
But it's not much under the surface
Only lonely and sad
Keep it coming right back
Keep it coming right back
Keep it coming, like that

I know just what you need
I know just where you're headed
For a head-on collision
With a perfect precision

It's all been planned and counted up
07, take my number, if you're after that
James Bond from another dimension (MI6)
I don't think you need to mention

Fake city, real city, fraud city
You cut the fog with a shard
Let the money bleed out
Funny how it turns out

Fake city, real city, fake city

You cut your thumb with a shard
Let the money bleed out
Funny how it turns out
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