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Six Hundred, Six, Twenty Five

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Tri. Ti. Trillion! Today's big, tomorrow's small Billy's millions, in a second they rise and fall Seven billion, still act as they know it all Hundred million, can lose a life in a darn fall


There's nothing wrong with our lives These numbers don't mean anything Six hundred, six, twenty five Summer sun let me sing


Poor civilian, he comes, he goes, he comes, he goes Lucky Lillian, her father thinks he runs the show One pavilion, is all we have, is all we know Oh reptilian, how soon you think this thing will blow?


There's nothing wrong with our lives These numbers don't mean anything Six hundred, six, twenty five Summer sun let me sing






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