If my karma doesn't suit ya'
I don't think we'll have a future.
How sad. Won't that be sad.

I feel like a missionary
Trying to resolve my penetrary ambitions.
I'll be missing.

I could change,
But I've been too long
Under this weight of mine.

I got you the complete works of Milton
And the best piece of English Stilton
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I could. Yeah, I could.

But I forgot the cheese was made of animal rennet,
The subject of your letter to the senate.
I hope, I hope your bill gets through.

This little ant is changing his trousers.
His graduating from a hippy to a wowser
Now, now he's young.

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