folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole
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dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
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now peter had Paul dont have it I have it have it said I
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in this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me
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it aint funny you say ok I had it up to here with you
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this giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you
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some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone
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some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup
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My Time, Yer Time
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