If this myth’s within the tolerance
I’ll spit one out should be a fine romance
And if I’m stomping over well-tread ground
I’ll use it an excuse to pump the big sound
hey buddy I can but obey the specs
though I might load the dice and stack the decks
inside that crooked hat I follow rules
my workmanship shows in my modules
and it all fits like a kaleidoscope
feel inklings of this truth for which I grope
take it on faith there’ll be a destination
until then beg your tolerance for this reiteration
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