Minutes collector take your notes
Now we’re all caught up in this new idea
We’re using it to measure and it measures us
Pound your head

It’s obvious handkerchiefs are overflown at this point
And matches are wet in our soaking pockets
Nothing to light anyway

Pound your head to see the light

It happened on its own
I refuse to atone
We’re all victims of the gift
Looking for omens and signs

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