Garage

some of my soul
parts have disappeared
whether i know
it has names speared
when i want to play
the part of solomon
i couldn't hang out a day
without being simpleton
me why me
i couldn't disagree
i just like being lonely
by staying near a poly
me why me
perhaps i will run
his show has seen thoroughly
the fun
get out more
try your luck
don't hurry or snore
it's everyday garage.

Kirt Rik
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