Always something; ain’t it always something
I heard they used it in a proof
that God was real and not aloof
Don’t know about that: logic isn’t my thing
Never really saw it like that
relegate me to the dunce hat
I’d love to think tonight I’ll get my cake and eat it
but fear that at a second take
I’ll find I don’t have any cake
And all will be for naught, like ever, always, useless
What an awful way to see it
someday I’ll think better and be it
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