| I’ll live in the bathtub
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| It’s cool and clean
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| It’s smooth and it’s steady
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| It’s all that I need
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| I broke our belongings
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| They’re all on the floor
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| The room is now empty
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| Nothing left to throw
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| All the eggshells are on the ground
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| And I try, I’m trying to pick them up
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| But they crack and crumble, it’s all too much
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| Too frail for me to touch
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| All the eggshells are on the ground
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| And I try, I’m trying to pick them up
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| But they crack and crumble, it’s all too much
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| Too frail for me to touch
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| I’ll live in the bathtub
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| Surrounded by tiles
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| All so square and so steady
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| I will die in their cool, cool arms
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| I broke what you gave me
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| But you kept giving more
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| And I’m sorry for taking
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| But I keep wanting more, more, more, oh
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| All the eggshells are on the ground
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| And I try, I’m trying to pick them up
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| But they crack and crumble, it’s all too much
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| Too frail for me to touch
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| All the eggshells are on the ground
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| And I try, I’m trying to pick them up
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| But, Humpty Dumpty, you’re much too much
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| Too frail for me to touch
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| Humpty Dumpty
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| It’s much too much |