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Let them know what it is to be in doubt.
When there is nothing left to write they will survey high and low,
Looking for logic, in quest for insight.
I'm running out of fingers and counting on you is like counting to infinity.
The numbers pile up to our ears but we can still we can hear them crunching on Wall Street.
(It's crunch time)
I have a pen and a pad and if the world can read then they will know who I am.
I live what I write.
Reading the indentations under the pages youve written.
When youre back on the black top, just think
This ones going to be a page-turner.
Yes, this ones going to turn pages.