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Walking on Egg Shells

By Bruce Clifford

Walking on egg shells when you are near
Walking on egg shells is my primordial fear
Walking on egg shells when it's so hard to erase
Walking on egg shells, how did we get to this place
Don't think I could trace

Walking on egg shells from morning to night
Walking on egg shells in the shadows of the light
Walking on egg shells is an emotional storm
Walking on egg shells must be where we belong
I had to write this song

There was a time where I would take a chance
Now I'm frightened that this could be our last dance

Walking on egg shells is a silent desperate game
Walking on egg shells until we find someone to blame
Walking on egg shells is like the rock without the roll
Walking on egg shells was never my goal
You just have to know

There was a time where I would take a chance
Now I'm frightened that this could be our last dance

Walking on egg shells when you are here
Walking on egg shells has to disappear
Walking on egg shells is the chaos of my dreams
Walking on egg shells creates the extremes
It's like the ripple in this scene

9/18/04 Bruce Clifford  

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