—Lyrics—
for a man of so many letters
you are silent to a pain to a pain to a pain
you said take a look
it’s writ in my book
your book isn’t writ
in a language that people should read
but I do
the things I am told to do, to do, to do, to do
I said good night and good luck
like a friend though you’re not and you’re never supposed to be
I said your story is fine
like a friend though I’m not and I’m never supposed to be
for a man of so many numbers
you add up to so little, so little, so little
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