What came across like
such a straight idea
all light in the darkness
all truth will free ya
Such a bit of nothing
five minute's action
turned out so much work
and where's the satisfaction
I said: Idea
when you turned so wrong
another and another and another song
when I thought I had the number
of all you fools
world grew so many moving parts
all with so few rules
not much revision
in the premise as conceived
and if I turn it over
would I be relieved
Say I'm taking my idea
and I'm going home
but it sticks like a shadow
wherever I may roam
what
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