Letting go

Song of the day;;




We're not numbers
We're not numbers anymore
We're the counters
We're not numbers anymore


We're not numbers

We're not numbers anymore
We're the counters
We're the counters


It seems that all the milk's gone sour

And I can't believe my eyes
I drank to put me out of my misery
Cruel to be kind


The sweat has dried into my shirt

And I tried to bite my tongue
I know that you think that I am joking around
You've got that wrong, wrong, wrong


Sitting in the front seat

Turning on the monitor
Sucking on the hose pipe
Keep it turning over


It seems that everything's gone wrong

Since you entered my life
For me to stay here would be a bad idea
And that's not so nice, nice, nice


Sitting in the front seat

Turning on the monitor
Sucking on the hose pipe
Keep it turning over, keep it turning over

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