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So small and so lean
I ain't one but I am the one
The billboard face like a target for eyes
The guy inside is dying eachday
They see a bright kid with hair of gold
They see a face and fantasize
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I guess I come off as mad sometimes
But babe I'm too sad for that
Like a bird I fly away
Don't advance to me
Ohhh Im just so sensitive
I hate change
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I wish I could describe my life
It feels like I'm on scene everyday
Remember when we were at the bay?
That day was not a normal day
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I need to leave now and find my own way
I need to leave now and find who I am
I need to make my own birthday cake
And pour a little dank In the tank
I was one and now I'm the one
The billboard face
The guy inside
The bright kid
And the face
Are all just things to me
The billboard face like a target for eyes
The guy inside is dying eachday
They see a bright kid with hair of gold
They see a face and fantasize
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I guess I come off as mad sometimes
But babe I'm too sad for that
Like a bird I fly away
Don't advance to me
Ohhh Im just so sensitive
I hate change
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I wish I could describe my life
It feels like I'm on scene everyday
Remember when we were at the bay?
That day was not a normal day
I'm built of porcelain
So small and so lean
Im built of porcelain
So small and so lean
I'm built of porcelain babe
I need to leave now and find my own way
I need to leave now and find who I am
I need to make my own birthday cake
And pour a little dank In the tank
I was one and now I'm the one
The billboard face
The guy inside
The bright kid
And the face
Are all just things to me
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