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Turning the Tables
It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone
What’s greed with the line money’s on/
Will it run up on someone’s lawn/
Or try and take from your spawn/
Then act like nothing was wrong/
The track they’re taking is long/
When that feeling is an old song/
As you’re turning the tables around/
Just gas and keep burning fables down/
Outlast and be learning angles they’ll surround/
Outcast to be free and yearn for an angels sound
Copyright ©
Kyle Gee
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