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Andys Garage
Barricaded in a sweltering prison of scrap metal, stale smoke and stolen property
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
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