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The Numbers

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It holds us like a phantom,
The touch is like a breeze,
It shines its understanding,
See the moon smiling.
Open on all channels,
Ready to receive,
And we’re not at the mercy
Of your shimmerers or spells,
Your shimmerers or spells,
Mmmhm…
We are of the earth,
To her we do return,
The future is inside us,
It’s not somewhere else,
It’s not somewhere else,
It’s not somewhere else.
One day at a time,
One day at a time.
We call upon the people,
People have this power,
The numbers don’t decide,
Your system is a lie.
The river running dry,
The wings of a butterfly,
And you may pour us away like soup
Like we’re pretty broken flowers,
We’ll take back what is ours,
Take back what is ours.
One day at a time.