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Three fifty eight Walking home I could almost smell you Six Fifty Nine And home is just where I placed you For sake of my own vanity In place of numbers adding me Down And I'm sure no one would ever know How many exeptions I have thrown Down Thomas Jefferson's hair is shining bright Letras de cancionesApproaching noon a five cent piece He'll disappear by the end of night and I hope my palms don't tell my feet Twelve Thirty Three Another angle to describe you One twenty Five Writing now just to spite you More letters to the editor Don't forget to credit her Now Digital words defend my game Secretly you can count your fame Now One Two Three More Five Six Seven Late Independence Day what is free is dead Tuckahoe man on fire's tail Both of horns white and feet of lead Numbers to parallel to bail From Letras Mania