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"Thin"

I just want to be a statistic.
Know I court so much that it is sadistic.
Let the iron's go cold.
I just want to be a statistic.

No I said, I'll wilt unfettered.
Here I'll sit and no I won't care.

Might-have-been's are better unknown.
Let the iron's go cold.

I just want to be a statistic.
Know I court so much that it is sadistic.
Let the iron's go cold.
I just want to be a statistic.

Comfort critic: Lie in my stone bed.
Trapped in motion, but what if I'm going nowhere?

Nowhere. Getting nowhere. The place of idle hands.
I left the seeds of reason for the fruits of fortune.
If these are clouds I'm seeing, (well, what then?) then I fear I won't land.
I'll drift away.

I just want to be a statistic.

Let the iron's go cold. Let the iron's go cold.
Might-have-been's are better unknown.

I just want to be a statistic.

Thanks to Marty for these lyrics

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