I am only flesh and bones,
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Splintered glass and tattered clothes,
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behind the skin, my fragility,
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behind the skin, a skeletal impracticality,
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I am only pieces of you,
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held together with paper glue,
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behind the skin, my divinity
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behind the skin, my only sanctuary.
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You can lean on me, have a drink on me,
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leave your mark all over me,
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paint the outside 'till it smiles,
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you can eat off me, rest your head on me,
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press yourself on top of me,
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kick the back until its quiet.
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All in all I'm just furniture,
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Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set,
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All in all I'm just furniture,
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In these 4 walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip.
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My wooden heart it sings no more,
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This dress I wear becomes the floor,
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behind the skin, a living, breathing thing,
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behind the skin, a place you've never been.
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You can lean on me, have a drink on me,
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leave your mark all over me,
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paint the outside 'till it smiles,
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you can eat off me, rest your head on me,
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press yourself on top of me,
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kick the back until its quiet.
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All in all I'm just furniture,
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Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set,
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All in all I'm just furniture,
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In these 4 walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip.
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I am only flesh and bones,
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Splintered glass and tattered clothes.
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Furniture
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Amy Studt |