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Walking on egg shells scattered across linoleum,
And if they were to break,
They would tell everything you think of me,
Like all of the bad things,
You wanted to say but weren't drunk enough,
All of the bad things, all of the bad things.
Our lives are gonna be okay,
As long as you stay away,
Right now you're the enemy,
Why do I feel like I have so many.
To manipulate the hearts and the thoughts of the ones around you,
Will disintegrate hearts and the love of the ones you've bitten

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from Getting Used to Giving Up, released October 30, 2014

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