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I'm not just a number,
Not defined by my cumber,
That once made me glummer
But now I'm just numb-er
To life's tap it's slap
To save me from the trap,
And now I'm just caught in my slumber. 
Through the painful erosions
Of preconceived notions
The grinding oceans
Have stripped my devotions.
There's no way to spin it,
No longer in it to win it,
So today, I'm just going through the motions. 

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