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I am made of glass So brittle that I crack in every hand Oh I shatter on command And I am clearly marked "fragile" With a heart of shards and glue It's been painted black and blue And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough Or my arms give out It's not from lack of love Well they all mean well But health is delicacy And I'm porcelain Crafted to the finest shape of man With all the latest trends Inflexible and hard, but made of lesser parts Made of lesser parts And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough Or my arms give out It's not from lack of love Well they all mean well But health is delicacy And my body, my body's saying "Pretend you're sober now Pretend that you still get out And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights Just say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright' You've got that swagger still in our hips But whatever's coming next, you know you're scared of it And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights Just say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright'." And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough Or my arms give out It's not from lack of love Well they all mean well But health is delicacy |