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In all you taught me,
There's that niggling,
Persisting phrase that says "abort me".
And in all I'm learning,
There's an unrest, unaddressed,
at my behest a yearning to be
through with preparation. Yeah.
And you can call it 'training',
But I'd have to guess,
You missed an 's',
Or are the two the same thing?
Let's reap no more information,
Be fully-grown and stationary, for
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
After twenty years.
It finally gave way.
I learned something new today.
That now, my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
I learned, I burned, I turned.
Come on, now. Live it out.
Come on, now. What's that pout all about?
So, Colclough, Spicer, Drew and Edwards,
Come regard this sinking deadwood.
Fully saturated, am I
fully educated because
now, my head is full,
of useless, newsprint cotton wool,
It's much too much to jettison, but with medicine, I'll be ready soon.
And now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
Now my head is full.
I learned, I burned, I turned.
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