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Every body playing me so close. Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair. Guess they just showing me the ropes. So, I do things my way, and only keep a small circle. So when things come around, its all relative. Cause backstabbers, use relations; for shortcuts; like it's relative. What hurts most; them using, slow pokes and different strokes. The whole time, they cloaked like we folks.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Small Circle
Every body playing me so close. Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair. Guess they just showing me the ropes. So, I do things my way, and only keep a small circle. So when things come around, its all relative. Cause backstabbers, use relations; for shortcuts; like it's relative. What hurts most; them using, slow pokes and different strokes. The whole time, they cloaked like we folks.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
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