We place ourselves down in a position we think is safe,
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the marks of the people that walk on us leave a trace,
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of where we should act then they should react.
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Brought up, and beat down, and then the luster lacks,
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and stacks up on the minds of the ill-content.
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Not every angel sent before you is even heaven sent.
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We look into the eyes of the people that follow.
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Time to follow the sheep the battle's not won.
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You're just a snail, but you will never see
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Surrounded by the circle of salt, that's your destiny
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You're just a snail, but now you'll never
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Praying to God don't let the wind blow
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You lay your cards down and it's a hundred and ten percent,
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but then the thirty- five percent of the people who haven't spent.
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The time to get to know you as a person,
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they just stand behind you backstabbing and straight up cursing.
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Playing you down to be something that your not.
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The forked tongue of the wicked rambles off piping hot killing you softly
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but you will feel the sting for ever.
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when was the last time your heart had been severed.
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You've fallen twenty steps back to see what's two steps ahead,
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and then they kick you to the side of the road left for dead
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because ther concern would be to not deal with ya.
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To the rest of the open ears you know you have to paint a picture.
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To open wounds and emirs them into salt,
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there as stupid as chicken's, but still it's not there fault.
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They just don't know what it means to take it face to face, be long after.
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Yes they leave a bad taste
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Salt Circles
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Every Day Life (EDL) |