Porcelain
The Lunar Year
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My brain is porcelain
I'm a contortionist
I want to breathe you in
As your light breeze
Like wine and lilac
Betrothed inside your veins
Your bones are verdant and fair
I would die without you
My brain is porcelain
I'm a contortionist
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A fiend of circumstance
I break at zeal's first glance
My vice is my own mind
I would die without you
You dress my loveless spine
And braid my muzzled hair
You rip my heart in two
I would die without you
I would die without you
My brain is porcelain
My brain is porcelain