She thinks i dont know, but i do. She thinks she wispers, but i hear it loud like thunder. She thinks she surrounds me but I'm on the outside looking in recording her sin's her circle binds her how can she win . She supposes a small amount of change is the begining of a beach I look and laugh becuase one grain is still one grain its all the same to me . She grabs me and says whats wrong like if she does not know that her ills cant kill whats already gone . She is a advocate for "our change", sorry Obama's slogan cant be rewoven into something i would vote for again at least not a candidate with your name your frame and your smile i only hold out for those that are worthwhile .
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