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She wears sunglasses to hide the mirror in her eyes Keeps rocks in her backpack, she gets dizzy when she flies Her heart is made of flowers and her hair is made of straw She's never shown her metal bones since all the neighbours saw She is made of starlight and she does not understand Why Mama said she can't be in the marching band Knuckles bruised, blood runs white Rap on the glass, you're a specimen Knuckles bruised, blood runs white Rap on the glass, you're a specimen Every damn night she's lying awake She's got no love, they all say she's a fake Water will rust up her pipe's, recycled from the factory And she's never shed a real tear, no she's just an actor She keeps her mind locked up tight She wears the keys on a chain She won't speak a word, don't bother asking her name Knuckles bruised, blood runs white Rap on the glass, you're a specimen Knuckles bruised, blood runs white Rap on the glass, you're a specimen Knuckles bruised, blood runs white Rap on the glass, you're a specimen From Letras Mania