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Something With Numbers Against The Wind

someone now just please help me? Can someone now please help me? Will someone now just please help me? Dear number one fan, I gotta lot to tell you But with

... With nothing to lose, and freedom to gain I rode west at nightfall through freezing rain Relying on luck, and the wit of my brain Visions of plunder and endless campaign Numb

delighted with a new understanding Something about a little evil that makes that Unmistakable noise I was hearing Unmistakable sound that I know so well Spent and sighing with

That's when we're coming for you We're the random number generation We are random number generated We are random numbers Mister Little started something

a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands the numbers on the clock read one-one-four-oh ay em ive got time to clean myself then sell my soul again

Back in the San Juan Mountains again On a ride with some good old boys Telling stories around a campfire The sound of laughter is the loudest noise There?s something

broken glass and drooped against the wall I hung the phone up many times on angels when they rang Their melodies were sickly sweet like overripe meringues I was born with something

matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

from her again That night I tossed turned lying on my bed and Crying praying with these thoughts running through my head and Did she do it take her life and wind