The Faux
He owns treasure
In a chest
Always locked up
But I knew where his keys rest
When I opened it up
I found a large book of songs
I learned them one by one
I stole them all
Now I dress up
Like a traveler
Wind beneath my feathers
A character from these Americas
I own no self
And only I know
The grit of my skin
I'm not an honest artist
I'm a fraud in time
In a chest
Always locked up
But I knew where his keys rest
When I opened it up
I found a large book of songs
I learned them one by one
I stole them all
Now I dress up
Like a traveler
Wind beneath my feathers
A character from these Americas
I own no self
And only I know
The grit of my skin
I'm not an honest artist
I'm a fraud in time
Credits
Writer(s): Max Garcia-rubio
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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