| The blood drips from his finger
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| That he cut upon the broken glass from the photo frame
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| Her portrait that he loves, she stamped upon the floor
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| The piercing shards of porcelain
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| From dinner plates that served her rage
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| The fury from somewhere out of nowhere
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| The statement on the wall
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| Vitriolic barrage, the endless stream of characters
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| The blame game, the shaming, th acidic accusations
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| All they have are shattred doors, mirrors smashed
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| The images retained in an unbroken circle
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| Walking on eggshells, walking on eggshells
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| The trigger point is here
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| Trapped inside the wreckage
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| Try to extricate himself and salvage pride
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| A perspective on his life, hide the suffering inside
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| Sentenced to her silence, his heart roars in the darkness
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| Aching for her contact, praying for her call
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| Walking on eggshells, walking on egg-shells
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| The trigger point is here
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| She knows he’ll always love her, her trust he won’t betray
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| Despite her bleak misgivings all his feelings still remain
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| The door is always open, a bed is always there
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| A roof to fly above her, a harbour for her fears
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| He’s always there for you, she’s always there for you
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| He could never live without her, he could never walk away
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| He can only hope for healing and hope for better days
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| He’ll replace the broken china, repair the broken frame
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| Count the days and blessings till she’s home again
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| He’s always there for you, she’s always there for you
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| There for you, she’s always there for you
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| There for you, he’s always there for you
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| He recognised the face, disarming smile
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| The veiled questions that he senses put in place to search out lies
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| To trick or treat him
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| Walking on eggshells, walking on eggshells
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| The trigger point is here
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| So here they are again, confusing dark emotions
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| Mesmerising eyes, the dancing conversations
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| Here I go again writing my lines
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| So here I go again writing my lines
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| Where a word trips out of place, a careless detonation
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| Left here once again in the wreckage, digging out the dream
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| Here I am again confused with dark emotions
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| Here I go again, dancing conversations
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| Walking on eggshells, walking on eggshells
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| Walking on eggshells, walking on eggshells
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| I’m always there for you
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| I’m always here for you |