I know you think of me like a delicate china doll
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That I will break if you touch me,
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Like a delicate china doll
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But I don't think of me that way
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I'm real and I am strong
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And I don't see myself each day barely hanging on
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I need to eat and sleep like a person who's alive
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So do you have to push me and pull my sleeve
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Then leave before I dive?
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For I don't think of me that way
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I'm flesh and I am bones
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And I don't see myself each day
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Smashed among the stones
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I will be picking up the pieces
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And I will glue them on my own
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If you really think of me like a delicate china doll
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Then don't breathe, talk, or touch me
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In case I break like a china doll
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For I don't think of me that way
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I'm flesh and I am bones
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And I don't see myself each day
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Smashed among the stones
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I am picking up the pieces
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And I will glue them on my own
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I am picking up the pieces
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And I will glue them on my own
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China Doll
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| Rachel Loshak |
