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I've got a notion, I've got a notion you can't see
I've got a number, I've got a number you can't reach
I've got a message, I've got a message you can't read
I've got an idea, I've got an idea you can't operate?
I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling you can't buy
I've got an address, I've got an address you can't reach
I've got a statement, I've got a statement you can't switch
I've got a concept, I've got a concept you can't understand
It's not in fact a thing to joke about
And why believe when not much comes of it?
In time I'm sure the details will appear
'Til then I wish it all could be more clear
I'm spaced (to the limit)
Defends no cause although self-evident
Who knows in fact what random or what's meant?
In time we hope to make more sense of it
'Til then you'll see what fancy will commense
It's beginning, to, and back again.
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