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I’ve got the dungeon master’s guide.
I’ve got a twelve sided die.
I’ve got kid pride.
And nightcrawler too, waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.
I’ve got posters on the wall.
My favorite rock group kiss.
I got ace freely.
I’ve got peter chris, waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the garage, where I belong.
No one hears me sing this song.
In the garage.
I got electric guitar.
I play my stupid songs.
I write these stupid words.
And I love everyone waiting there for me, yes I do.
I do.
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the garage, where I belong,
No one hears me sing this song.
In the garage.
In the garage.
Arrah!
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the garage, where I belong,
No one hears me singing this song.
In the garage.
In the garage.
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one laughs about my ways.
In the garage, where I belong,
No one hears, no one hears me!
No one hears me, no one hears me!
No one hears me sing this song.
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