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Dec 2015
I’m fallin’ over laughing, hear all those things that you say
Like you got a leg to stand on, like you got a place to stay
And every word slithers like a snake from your lips
From the death of your heart comes a brand new kind of hate

It’s hard to see you from so far away
But you pushed me here, so here’s where I’ll stay
It’s hard to take, hearing all of your lies
That’s what you give, your soul withered and died.

You can stand your ground
Just remember you don’t own the land
Written by
Jara Jones
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