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It was my first Playschool Guitar
Had it for years back when I was young
It was my first Playschool Guitar
Stolen from Sears
Could’ve used the money I made selling drugs
It helped me get to where I’m
It helped me get to where I’m
It helped me get to where I’m going
It was Mr. Microphone, age 8
There wasn’t a stage and I wasn’t that great
But every evening up till late
Dissecting the sound
You know I cracked on till I got it down
Which helped me get to where I’m
It helped me get to where I’m
Oh help me get to where I’m going
A lot of fools try two at a time
Their world turns gray
and sky decays
It’s such a true lie, “do it or die”
This lifetime too and me and you
She was a fool the one I love
Decided one day she’ll take it astray
Yeah, such a tool the one I loved
She had to find out
You know I miss her now she’s not about
She helped me get to where I’m
Helped me get to where I’m
She helped me get to where I’m
Please help me get to where I’m going
Going
Going
Going
Going
Gone
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