The numbers dwindle more than we'd like to know
Oh sweet today, let not tomorrow go
For goodbybes are not as permanent as they feel
One may sign the contract, but will never seal the deal
Hence, now we're here
In a numb limbo
Fleeing from man's vicious foe
Taking refuge in a long embargo
We needn't not call attention to what we know
Not when the truth of things smarts so
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