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Bubbles big and bubbles small I wish that I could pop them all their pious lies would finally fall how nice without their bubbles he thinks all day of things to say like it's your fault cuz you don't pray new shoes new shirt for judgment day he's ready in his bubble and she's right there with hateful glare to tell you that the rod won't spare the only way to get God's care and live inside His bubble but me I see I'll never be among the 'good' among the 'free' I'm lost in sin tossed out to sea outside their giant bubble bubbles big and bubbles small I wish that I could pop them all ©2012 Lyn
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
bubbles
Bubbles big and bubbles small I wish that I could pop them all their pious lies would finally fall how nice without their bubbles he thinks all day of things to say like it's your fault cuz you don't pray new shoes new shirt for judgment day he's ready in his bubble and she's right there with hateful glare to tell you that the rod won't spare the only way to get God's care and live inside His bubble but me I see I'll never be among the 'good' among the 'free' I'm lost in sin tossed out to sea outside their giant bubble bubbles big and bubbles small I wish that I could pop them all ©2012 Lyn
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
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