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“Flying on egg shells”

Come on down- before the gravity gets ya- you’re looking for Jesus up there right? One balloon- didn’t get you off the ground- but a couple more gave a little fight. Come on down- before the people get ya. Their throwing rocks at all your hope. They say you think too much. Just take it at face value- but the mask is ugly and broke. Sid found drugs. Then he found some true meaning- before they locked him in a room with pads. Mom found god. The Doctors found bleeding. Then they laid her in the dirt next to dad. Come on down- before the truth hits ya- and you realize those balloons aren’t real. When you crash back down- you know damn well its gonna hurt- but you realize life's about what you feel.
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joseph-brooks-nickell
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Written by
joseph-brooks-nickell
American
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May 17, 2012
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