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Something With Numbers Perfect Distraction

I'm one in a million And it's all too much The weight of the world is up on my shoulders I worry about the future And I dwell upon the past Cause being

You're all locked up like a prison cell Shadowing your thoughts now I can tell Who has the key to the prison cell You are the only one Somebody bring

the water We put it in the sun to see what it would be And then the flowers grew So colorful and green Grow with the sun grow colorful with me Your smile

I've got everything that you want I'm everything that you're not Does it really matter I know everything that you know I sail the boat that you row

I'm giving up my position in this private practice Due to one condition Affection and care you lack this A steam train is coming along and I'm tied to

want to let another see inside of me Is there anybody out there And who are you with If this ain't business Then what is this Is there anybody listening And who are you with