Текст песни

If I bend, I won't survive; if I stay, I come alive.
I am porcelain; don't hold me like you used to do.
I am porcelain, one wrong word and I break in two.
Slow, slow hands, no pressure, no demands.
I am porcelain, but I still want to be touched by you.
Maybe I was never made for gentle love, for steady hands.
Maybe I was built to shine and crack the moment someone plays.
I am porcelain; don't turn me into memory.
I am porcelain; handle me like a tragedy.
Slow, slow hands; if you stay, don't let me shatter.

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