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Throw down your pearls before swine
Midst mud that looks like sweet red wine
Then watch them build lies like picket lines
And leave you on the losing side

Take the blows in step and stride
With cloaks and daggers not far behind
Pick up the place to outrun the swine
You’ll find out who they are in time

Plastic hearts and painted smiles
Melting, leaving puddle signs
That point toward friends who live between lines
Guess I should leave them all behind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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