[Verse]

I'm the import king of Berlin 

with a host of timeshares. 

I oversee all trading grounds  

and bazaars of the citadel. 

I walk the open air markets  

in the ghettos at night 

where merchants shave without water 

and swat their hands at flies. 

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Every fly that tickles their neck 

leaves a stain or drops eggs. 

 

[Chorus]

If they could find the spot 

where the worms become flies 

they would surely have got 

their share of time. 

They would surely have luck 

finding their share of time. 

 

[Verse]

I used to design women's silk 

with paisley that would trance. 

Until the moths got so bad 

I had to sell off my lamps. 

Business never picked up again 

until I learned the holes 

could be sewn over mirrors

and turned like a kaleidoscope. 

 

Following the lights with their eyes 

they got their share of time. 

 

[Chorus]

There is always a spot 

where a ripple of light 

forms a peephole that allots 

fair shares of time. 

The patient have found

their share of time. 

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[Epilogue]

Which one is merry? 

Which one is nigh? 

The patient have found 

their share of time.