Five numbers, one dot, two weeks
Controlling where you go, what you do and whom you see
Five numbers, one dot, manipulating and controlling,
Coming and going as free as they please.

Forty hours, five days, fifty two weeks
Decimals slide left as numbers melt like spring snow
But every two weeks there's another white rain
It's bound to disappear again

Snow will fall and snow will melt
Sometimes more and sometimes less
When my time comes I'll be okay
I'd rather die a summer day

Five numbers, one dot, two weeks

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