| Number One — the only number I can really trust
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| Dual faceted — these people that I talk to when I must
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| In triplicate my body hangs — left drying in the sun
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| Four horses at the starting gate — their riders waiting on my gun
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| Misused just like the pentagram — distrusted as the Pentagon
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| Six sided is this box I’ve made — you’ll dance on it when I am gone
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| Seven times I’ve wondered whether Heaven’s truly waiting there
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| I smoke another eight ball to convince myself I couldn’t care
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| The bulb’s blown in the neon nine that once shone from my cloud
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| Down the street at Number Ten they’re talking long and loud
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| Life’s a game of two halves — I’m not on the team of winners
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| Each time I set the table — seems that Judas comes to dinner
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| Thirteen black cats cross my path — ignoring all the others
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| There is no bride waiting for me — I’m not one of seven brothers
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| Fate serves an ace (fifteen-love) —
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| I’m set to take a bruising
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| Cause at sixteen I graduated from the school of losing
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| Count me out
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| Why don’t you count me out?
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| Said you can count me out
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| Go find another easy number
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| First catch me in your internet — unload me down your modem
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| Then brand me with a barcode, cause the fax of life you know them
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| Count me out!
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| Oh what fun at twenty one — you stole the key to my front door
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| You don’t need me — you won’t feed me (I'm not even sixty four)
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| Fifty two — how it suits you to fool me with your magic tricks
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| What’s this birthmark on my head? |
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| Bet it’s the number six, six, six |