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Ballad of an Eggshell
You've painted on your skin
lips just like a rose.
You've washed away the pain
of another night alone.
You've got to many bags
a few to many phones.
There's nothing in your eyes,
there's nothing in your eyes......
You surround yourself with friends
who'll soon become your foes.
You'll laugh and point your fingers
at those who'll never know.
You'd kill to make believers
of those who stare straight through.
There's nothing in your eyes,
theres nothing in your eyes.
You want them to see
You want them to know
Your proper and poetic
and reasonbly slim.
You know all the latest
Who's out and who's in.
You'll keep this charade
but you"ll never win.
Your dryed up inside,
You'll implode from with in.
You want them to see,
You want them to know.
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