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Come my friend and sit with me a while I want to tell you a tale the tale of a number that is not a number but my jail
158 The inches for my rope to hang me today
158 the depth of my grave
158 The thousand miles of my skyway
158 The times I knocked on heaven's gate
1 second and 58 The time St Peter took to stumble me back to this jail
158 The number of sins I have made But the mercy of my Lord Still wants me on this world
158 The seconds for my ballads to be played
158 the times you asked for my help my friend and were 158 the times I lent you my hand
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But my friend above all 158 Is not a number but it is my jail Because 158 were the seconds you took to throw me away You were too busy to me to dedicate 158 seconds of your life 35 for reading, 120 for listening, 3 for saying to me That friends we will remain notwithstanding the shit are my songs and my refrains
158 the times I will thank you my Friend for making me understand that our friendship wasn't worth 158 seconds of your world
But I am shouting this to you my friend To make you 158 times understand That I will never be rich enough to throw you away Only because for me you did not find 158 fucking seconds anyway
Now my friend you have listened to my tale You can go or you can stay with me in this place that's not a number but my jail
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