I can remember when all of the numbers knew what it meant to share.
Sure, they all were different, but no one seemed to care.
Can’t say exactly when it started happening, but getting along now is rare.
They all think that they are number one.
Five says to eight, ‘well, you used to be great, but I can’t support you now’.
Three says to nine, ‘We can get along fine, but I don’t care for you anyhow.’
Seven and three used to always agree, but two came along with a plow.
They all think that they are number one.
No one gets along with anyone!
Something’s just not adding up, the math does not compute.
Everybody has an explanation of their truth.
Come November we add up the numbers from the voting booth.
Then we start it all up once again.
What if the two and the four and the six recognized what they truly shared?
What if the three and the eight were united? What if they truly cared?
But then the four and the five came together and suddenly everyone’s scared.
They all think that they are number one.
No one gets along with anyone!
We are right back where we first begun!
Something’s just not adding up, the math does not compute.
Everybody has an explanation of their truth.
Come November we add up the numbers from the voting booth.
Then we start it all up once again.
He throws him high in the air
Touch the sky with his fingertips
He knows he’ll catch him there
At just the right time
And when he holds him again
Secure in his arms again
He holds a single finger in the air and asks
One more time
She’s waiting to hear the word
Been waiting for a long while
Believing prayers won’t go unheard
Time will tell
And when the doctor tells her the news
She knows what she has to do
Looking out for me and for you
One more time
Three words can change the day
And change the world
It’s all we’ve wanted to say
A dream unfurled
We get busy in our day and depart
From saying what’s on our heart
Just tell them you love them
One more time
Hey there bitch Imma show you how I do a plank for 25 and change minutes
With a gut so big it touch my toes but strong like Popeye, 30 cans of spinach
Lay on the ground, look ma, a lever, ol’ Archie Medes ya mama’s graven image
This may seem clever, but I’m embarrassed, Hail Mary’s past the line of scrimmage
Yeah I’m offsides, but it’s still three tracks, so don’t be hatin’ cuz I’m still in it
My Dan be Steely, so hey 19, my sis says Babylon’s winnin’ disaster pennants
Holy shit, did I do that, got so many references my Tiger blood’s winnin’
Just 8 lines, but that’s enough so once you listen s’alright to bin it
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