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Apr 2014
Where do i come from where do I belong
some mattering words shouting all along
You and them can remember the song of a little young

I walk into the sunset of troublingΒ Β 
This wrong shallow vows of guitars sounding of pages managing the young one

but
where do I come from
what did I do
to belong in the madness of the rich young world

Talk like a toddler
speak like a grown up
Just shut the **** up

Where do i get the kick from
where do I belong
Nothingness of darkness
to fulfillment of
light
seek the black devil into the shattering saturday night

Sometimes theres a voice
of judgement to pineapple trees
to make me sit and regret

So where did i fight the almighty king      of  a
walrus fight
Colin wheeler
Written by
Colin wheeler  Potchefstroom, RSA
(Potchefstroom, RSA)   
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