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Fear of the Gark

I am a man who eats a lot
And when I'm walking a dark road
I am searching for a park

When the spasm begins to grow
I sometimes feel a little sick
A little anxious... for a gark

Fear of the gark, fear of the gark
I have a constant soret pushing out to be
Fear of the gark, fear of the gark
I have a war exploding inside of me

Have you run your fingers down the wall
In a public toilet and felt some shit
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've seen a shit-made statue

(Chorus)

Have you ever been alone at night
Ran out of paper for your ass
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you searched for a handkerchief
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's nothing to clean with

(Chorus)

Watching horror films the night before
The gark suddenly showed on
The unknown troubles on your pants
Maybe your stomach is playing tricks
because of the locro you have eaten
and diarrhea wants to come

(Chorus)

When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who garks alone




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