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If this sounds circular, surely I’m not the first

Another snake eating its tail

A white whale, honey, a white whale

And it might take one hundred years

But all this work will disappear

These clamorous thoughts

That once seemed so important suddenly seem so small

Still, I’ve got to be heard, got to prove my worth

It can’t be good to be king of a hill of beans

Because at the end of the day, we’ve all got to eat

And it might take one hundred years

But all this work will disappear

These clamorous thoughts

That once seemed so important suddenly seem so small

If these were my last words

Surely I’m not the first

To exclaim my disdain with this indifferent universe

And it might take one hundred years

I swear to God I’ll disappear

These clamorous thoughts

Will be all but lost, all be written up

This mortality can get so depressing, so debilitating

I nearly forgot; it’s good to be king, king of the hill of beans

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