mother tongue

The street beneath my feet
 Is paved with rows of gold
 Or so I'm told (so I'm told)
 The sky before my eyes is never colour grey
 Or so they say
 I guess I've known the truth since I was pretty young
 That I never knew my mother's mother tongue
 I'll fake all of my words til they point out to me
 The crowds of purple orchid flowers
 I can't see
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 I'll play along with borrowed chords until they shine
 They're still not mine (still not mine)
 I'll breathe all of these postcards in until they land
 Still second-hand
 She gave me half my bones and made me one my lungs
 But the same cold air is filling both of them
 Meanwhile a crocodile points out whats left behind
 The field of yellow daffodils you tried
 But couldn't find
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 I've known since I was pretty young
 I never knew my mother's mother tongue
 I've known since I was pretty young
 I never knew my mother's mother tongue
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 I'm putting on a smile made out of plasticine
 And looking clean