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My Time, Yer Time Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole Don't intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise Now peter had Paul don't have it I have it have it said I In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me It ain't funny you say okay I had it up to here with you This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup
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