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Is what I am is a plastic man Gazing out across a plastic land And everyone is just a thing Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring And I'm a genius doing something wrong Using real words in made up songs I could cut myself and nothing would come out âcause the blood is frozen solid in my veins I should know by now that I could cut myself âcause I'm solid and it's always been that way Here's the song that I sing An imitation of the real thing Here's the time, it doesn't pass Here's the sand frozen in the hourglass Touch my skin and know that I can feel But I can't tell you if feeling's real I could cut myself and nothing would come out âcause the blood is frozen solid in my veins I should know by now that I could cut myself âcause I'm solid and it's always been that way From Letras Mania