One two three, sit on my knee, turning the key, where can he be?
Four five six, finding the fix, hands on your hips, kiss on the lips
Seven eight nine, drinking the wine, counting the time, follow the line
Ten eleven twelve, finding yourself, no one to tell, no one to tell
I'm the latest mystery that nobody can solve
I read all about me on graffiti-covered walls
Too many people think it's okay
To forget the past, you can just throw it away
A disposable life, an extended résumé
And I'm standing in the shadow
Left by my father
Nobody knows but God
And sometimes even he doesn't bother
You should have known me when I was young and pretty and clean
My absence gives me power; I'm a vacuum in your memory
I'm everything you're afraid of
I'm everything you want
I'm everything you wish you were
I'm everything you're not
Everything is relative, yes that's my little joke
Nobody believes in me, they think that I'm some kind of hoax
I paint without color
I sculpt without stone
And as for the meaning of life
Well I leave that alone
One two three, sit on my knee, turning the key, where can he be?
Four five six, finding the fix, hands on your hips, kiss on the lips
Seven eight nine, drinking the wine, counting the time, follow the line
Ten eleven twelve, finding yourself, no one to tell, no one to tell

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