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I've got it all most I've got it all almost all figured out But always when I get there Always when I get there All the pieces they just fall apart I can't hear you, I can't hear you talk About your dreams involving me I don't believe, I don't That they are any sort of prophecy at all What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful Don't look so pissed off We all lose the part occasionally How consistent, how can someone So consistently mess up as much as every instance? How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently? What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful Tell your Gods I want to speak to their fathers Look right now I'm standing on my fortune I've got it all, steal it from the lost and found