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May 2015
The older generation said my future is bleak
So I just rose up like a king and broke the ground around my feet
I'm just trying to move you like you don't have the ticket for your seat
My style is so unique
because my soul is antique
If you think that you hold the key
then let the fat lady sing
it's no difference.
For the lows there are highs.
Search for truth and find lies
and you'll claim its the lies but it's truth you despise
me so I move on to plan b.
(Are you #beyond me?
I comprehend
                                                      the irony of trying to figure out the harmony.)
Pat Adamek
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Pat Adamek  29/M/Chicago
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