The Words of Bartholomew Lyrics

One thousand two hundred and thirty-four holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
One thousand two hundred and thirty-five holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
Bartholomew they say
You can't go home to your writing
One thousand two hundred and thirty-six holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
But one day they will find
They had a genious all the time
When they read the words of Bartholomew

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When they read the words of Bartholomew
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When they read the words of Bartholomew
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One thousand two hundred and thirty-seven holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
So many holes I've drilled day in, day out
Et cetera, et cetera in pieces of metal this way
Why won't they let me go back home
Home to my writing
But the time will come along
And they'll discover they were wrong
When they read the words of Bartholomew

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When they read the words of Bartholomew
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And they will treasure the words of Bartholomew
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