God
How can all
be well
When I'm rolling
on eggshells
or
rolling on
thin ice
yeah because
people don't want
to talk to me
nicely
yeah
this world
is
so icy
to your girl
yeah
your diamond
who still needs
refining
or
your pearl
with a swirl
but why
must i
cry
and hold
my breath
like there's none
left
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