| I’ve got one more try, that’s why I’m waiting
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| I don’t know why the numbers don’t comply
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| They’re only interested in going by
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| They’re playing along has my bills numbers on the free of the bored temp
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| And all the clues awake the park old sets and license plates
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| And don’t forget to check your meal check
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| And all those coupon expiration dates
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| After all the odds and evens anything that they will try
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| The mob just won’t say why
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| When only mercy beats a passerby
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| And maybe all our luck is crouched
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| And waiting til there’s nothing that cushions
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| And all of it appears as clear as any other entertainment
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| Steers for numbers get them slumber fading numb and cumbersome
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| Our lovers some are others for the sum of it and some for no reason
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| And we wait for a resolution
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| Carbon dates show the revolution |