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Mar 2013
Bite your tongue and let your words rest/
I've heard too much from beginning to end.
If I say, "I don't want any type of guest."/
You would say,"Thus reason you have no friends.
Let me intoduce you to a world that's up in smoke/
I never will offend what you truly want to see.
I just don't want you to take life for a joke/
All shall past and questions is truly the key.
Back to the words I speak which choas performs/
I still want you to bite off your tongue tonight.
Let's set under the moon light for the perfect storm/
Promise you nothing even when things feel right.
Fred Kinard
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