55, 44, 33, 22

Fifty five and so alive, well where was that before
Forty four and so bored; has it caught up to him now
Thirty three and so green, if you know what I mean
Twenty two and so new, just oh so new
Didn’t know what to do

Fifty five and alright; he seemed to stumble on it now
Forty four and no more; counting minutes on his hand
Thirty three and so mean; it’s a hereditary thing
Twenty two and so new, just oh so new
Didn’t know what to do

Fifty five with nine lives, but a house that’s made of glass
Forty four and so torn; he thinks the clock is watching back
Thirty three, you poor thing; there’s the table and there’s the ring
Twenty two and so new, just oh so new
Didn’t know what to do
Didn’t know what to do

I’ve got one question for anyone who cares
With both hands raised so high in the air
And I’ve got one question for anyone who cares
With both hands raised so high in the air
With both hands raised so high in the air
With both hands raised so high in the air

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About AmpleAnchors

I'm just an avid writer. A teacher. A student. Showing feelings of an almost human nature... I love music and most of my writings are also songs. Someday soon I will post a link to my music too.
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