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Dec 2011
Spin that web of lies you have
Always quick to keep yourself sane

And build that wall high up to the sky
A sure way to keep out the pain

But when the walls come down to the ground
and a cracked brick breaks your leg

Don't call upon me or ring at my phone
I won't come even if you beg

And I won't pay your bills or be a slave to your thrills
I'm not that shell of that egg

Because I won't be around
You won't see me frown

I'm immune to you and your plague.
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   Johnnie Rae
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