Rather than allow dreams in
I run the stupid numbers
And try to figure out the route
run by this ship of bumblers
I haven't got anything else
my bag of tricks is empty
I'm down to my last sleight of hand
Vanish the coin he lent me
There's no escape from the numbers
the numbers never sleep
I wake up every morning to
more numbers in a heap
after another day
of pushing them around
I haven't got a drop left in me
Collapse onto the ground
what
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