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Taken from my forthcoming album "Five Little Songs", out later this year on my Bandcamp page (poirot.bandcamp.com)

written/performed at home by George

There are times I feel like I'm king
I can handle almost everything
There are mornings I wake up and sing
With a heart full of gold

Seems like someone high up above
Sends me regular buckets of love
And you'd bet so much love is enough
To keep me straight till I'm old

But
Some days comes this frown
On my face, freezing me
I get small and this guitar won't help me
At all

Mama told me I'm royalty
With my luck I could possibly be
Saints and sinners now packed on the tree
Where I played as a child

Teenage dreams I set out to achieve
Gave away all that I had to give
And you'd think there's a God to believe
But I let him run wild
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