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Figure It Out

Can I say?
I define the future?
With a little song?
Or a little venture?
 
With six zeros after one,
Are you much better than me?
Just tell me when,
You can breathe in the sea!
 
So either you're at large,
Or either at small,
I now know I live,
At almost six feet tall.
 
Stop, start, go, and figure it out,
Gang up on the bad,
And don't let it sprout!
 
It's all like pay dirt,
That you'll find in the ground,
Give someone some money,
I'm sure they'll stick around.
 
A lick and a promise,
When you send out your letter,
Get a reply back,
And you'll feel all the better.
 



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