[х2] Fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing
I won't try to dent you right Or stop your flight I've known our plight You know I'm right I know about your little fling How you hide your ring You senseless thing I'll cut this string The heat has simmered for a while It's not my style So versatile and with a smile At anytime, I could explode When you kissed your toad You kissed your princely episode
[x2] Fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing
Bit off more than one could bite And the taste is slight It leaves this dullish appetite About time I've finally seen the light And said goodnight For the sling is tight We'll lose this fight In a corner painted white As you fly your kite I shun the sight, i've seen the light And now i've got to say goodnight You know I'm right
[x2] Fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing
I won't try to stop you flight Or chage your night or nothing Less than half Why won't you try To make this damage better
[x2] Math and imagery Equates cacophony Multiplies muteness A sum better disturbed For silence subtracts And shadows divide light Less than half is slight
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[x2] Fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing
I won't try to stop you flight Or chage your night or nothing Less than half Why won't you try To make this damage better
Fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing
Oh fourty-nine percent One percent short of half And less than half Ain't really much of nothing, yeah
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