| Every five and half minutes the universe expands four miles
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| And every time I blink another child enters the world
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| The world has six and a half billion people this year
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| And there are eight million people in this city on this island
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| But right here and now somehow you’re sitting here
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| I may not ever catch my breath
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| No matter how I try
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| And I may never understand how
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| Every single day we breath twenty three thousand times
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| Because watching your chest rise and fall
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| The numbers don’t add up
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| When all we are is
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| A hundred trillion cells
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| Two hundred and sixty bones
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| Five quarts of blood
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| Forty five miles of nerves nerves nerves
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| And a hundred thousand hairs
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| And too many organs
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| And sixty thousand miles of arteries
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| We must have been made by a man
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| Cuz a woman would have made us more economically
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| I don’t know what that means
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| All I know is that I’ve seen this scene some years ago
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| And I would swear I’m watching from the stands
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| And I would swear I know the second before you reach for her hand
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| Feels like it’s some old movie
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| But the scripts no good
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| And the girl’s no beauty
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| There’s the evidence, more facts
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| But there won’t ever be a silence of
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| The way you find or keep or measure
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| Love
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| How do you find or keep or measure
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| Love |