I could argue
if I wanted to justify
that I've blown a lot of small things
in the watch
of the all-seeing eye
So and begging
for the big ticket
golden high five
Could be asked
Who do I think I am
man alive
but the smallest ever gift
I guarded
and multiplied
So maybe you're the problem
oh so great
and all-seeing-eyed
and while I daydreamed
and got all sky-pie'd
I pray I didn't let slip
anymore
small things
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