I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,
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On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
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Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue
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And there's a thirty percent chance of rain all week
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And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
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They're playing Highway 101 on 102.5
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An eighteen wheeler by my side
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Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
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Some as slow as Christmas coming,
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Some like the speed of sound,
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And we all wonder, what they mean,
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The highs, the lows, the in betweens,
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Most of them mean absolutely nothing
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But some of them mean everything
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I met her at 9:15 on my buddy's back porch
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Shootin' bottle rockets on July fourth
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We were both nineteen and she was a perfect 10,
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Then three years later 'neath a million stars,
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In my F-150 on her granddad's farm,
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I slipped a half-carat diamond on the third finger, of her left hand
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And asked to be her one and only man
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Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
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Some as slow as Christmas coming,
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Some like the speed of sound,
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And we all wonder, what they mean,
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The highs, the lows, the in betweens,
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Most of them mean absolutely nothing
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But some of them mean everything
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John 3:16, the Fab four,
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The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,
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9/11, the dirty dozen,
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We're all waiting on the Second Coming
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Numbers all around, flying by, up and down,
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Some as slow as Christmas coming,
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Some like the speed of sound,
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And we all wonder, what they mean,
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The highs, the lows, the in betweens,
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Most of them mean absolutely nothing,
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Oh most of them mean absolutely nothing,
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But some of them mean everything
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Oh numbers
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I'm doin' seventy-two in a sixty-five,
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On I-24 in a four-wheel drive
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Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue
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Jason Michael Carroll |