| I couldn’t count the marks upon your face
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| Left no trace, the moment’s gone
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| I couldn’t count the steps that it took
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| And all the moves that led to you
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| That’s the meaninglessness of numbers to me
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| The ones the twos the threes, fly with the breeze
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| Amount to none, infinity plus one
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| The figures of the news, the boundless blues
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| A secret lies in every soul
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| That’s the meaninglessness of numbers to me
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| I couldn’t count the who’s, the how’s, the wheres
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| The glances shared, the blinking eye
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| Oh the morning trains, the midnight pains
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| All add up to make a life
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| That’s the meaninglessness of numbers to me
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| I couldn’t count the times, the wines, the names
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| Oh life is not a numbers game
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| Give me a million or give me one, I do not care
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| I only care that it begun
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| That’s the meaninglessness of numbers to me
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| That’s the meaninglessness of numbers to me |