In this chain of communication
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I think we skipped the link where you mention your intentions.
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And since I brought it up this is when I thought
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I would speak my mind and tell you why me and my kind are note feeling fake.
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For those friendly leaches with their suction cup tongues.
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They talk you in and out of whatever they want.
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Not out for blood, just # 1
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And I for one am ashamed to say I'm guilty of the same double dealings.
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Pillars of promise built to keep the floor from the ceiling.
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But I don't want to be put on a pedestal
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so if you could do the same then you'd be feeling fake.
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Fed up with this spinning, so we're swinging on our own.
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Singing like we know but admitting that we don't.
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Fed up with the spinning so we're swinging but not for those friendly leaches.
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Spittin' Truths
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Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |