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The spirit of the age:
God chasing his tail
Down the cul-de-sac
I want my money back
Don't mean to be mean
Intention is unseen
Unseen even to me
Keep scattering the seed
Keep scattering the seed
Keep scattering the seed
Keep scattering the seed
Until the bag is empty
Row, row, row, row by row
Will it grow?
Wait ‘til that trumpet blows
You know how that story goes
I’ve been blessed
Brother, you know I’ve been blessed!
Yes!
Touched by an invisible hand!
Blessed!
Touched by an invisible hand!
Yes!
Are we on the take?
Come just as a thief
But for goodness’ sake
Don’t let me deceive you
The grass grows with the snake
A double-sided blade
A tongue that cuts both ways
Be careful how you say it
Careful how you say it
Careful how you say it
Careful how you say
If you got something to say
Cast shadows as a net,
Will you catch,
What comes next?
Do you know how that story goes?
Well, I’ll be blessed
Brother, you know I’ve been blessed, yes!
Touched by an invisible hand!
Blessed!
Touched by an invisible hand, yeah!
Will the circle be unbroken?
Could that circle be?
Could be that circle be unbroken?
What else can a circle be?
Could you imagine us unbroken?
What else can a circle be?
Could you imagine us unbroken?
What else can a circle be?
What else?
What else could a circle be?
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