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One, two
One, two, three, four
In a closet
In the corner of my mind
There's a thought there
That occurs to me sometimes
What you look for
Isn't always what you find, no, no
But the pleasure
Is the fun I get from crying
Its a measure of your mettle
What you sette for
It's your job to get the most from what you think you are
So tell me what you are
In a wallet
In a pocket of my mind
Lies my fortune
All I've got to spend is time
In a mirror
In a room up in my mind
I can see things
Even though my eyes are blind
One, two
One, two, three, four
