| I’m counting down from hundred
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| Trying to avoid all of my unlucky numbers
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| Hiding in the row
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| While the tap is dripping, predicting what will be
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| Uneven numbers scare me, the even set me free
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| It’s funny when you think about it
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| How coincidence rules
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| It’s funny when you think about your life
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| You could have another fate
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| You could be another place
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| If you turned right, you turn left
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| Or if you just walked out ahead
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| I’m counting all the crooked cracks, running through my floor
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| Like tiny canyons showing me how to find your door
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| While a bell is counting out what destiny will say
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| More than eight I’ll call you, less I call it a day
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| It’s funny when you think about it
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| How coincidence rules
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| It’s funny when you think about your life
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| You could have another fate
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| You could be another place
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| If you turned right, you turn left
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| Or if you just walked out ahead
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| If I had never met you
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| Surely I’d be someone else
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| Less I’m good, less I’m bad
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| Less the strangest love I ever had
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| Just think about, think about it
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| You could have another fate
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| You could have another fate
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| Counting down from hundred, counting down
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| It’s funny when you think about it
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| How coincidence rules
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| It’s funny when you think about your life |