Turning numbers low and high
The accountant and his wife
Hunger for their prize
In the slumber of the night
Wrap around a sheet of fallen sky
Gone from countless calculator eyes
You might wonder someday
You will go under one day
When the eagle flies
Lies won't change a friend so wise
Tradewinds blow where maggots turn to flies
What a better life
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