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A smile from clay,
Carefully arranged
So the cracks underneath
will be invisible

Skin, porcelain
Buried in silk
Soft to the touch,
it can't help but stick to scars

Hold your head up high and extend to me your hand
I promise we'll be dancing on stars as soon as we can

Fingers of cardboard,
Unable to touch
The fragile wounds that
it fails to cover up

Eyes, cold marbles,
Lifelessly look blank
Staring straight ahead
into what they hope is the future

Hold your head up high and extend to me your hand
I promise we'll be dancing on stars as soon as we can

Living doll, your nightmares are numbered
The china can't stop you from breathing in
After asphyxiation, metamorphication
Awaits~ close your eyes, you'll be there

Inhale the air~
The moisture from your tears
Will serve to replenish what you lost
And will be gained again

So hold your head up high, and extend to me your hand
I promise we'll be dancing on stars as soon as we can

Hold your head up high and extend to me your hand
It's just a matter of moments before we're dancing once again

Living doll, I'll be holding your hand,
Living doll, we'll be dancing once again