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Sixty-six are times you walked away Sixty-six I made my own body bleed Sixty-six is the number of promises I kept hidden in the old crimsen red box & sixty-six are the times I wish I didn't exist For me or you or the blue and the green Sixty-six is the number to which I surrender Walking in sixty-six twisted circles The route to ultimate destruction The day of reckoning will come Of that I'm sure And sixty-six angels will carry me To sixty-six heavens far above I will miss this The sixty-six morning kisses On the cheek to my mother I will rise and leave it all behind Sixty-six is the number you are sick of by now Yet still intently you listen and peek As if I had something else to offer Than my raw soul in fabricated yellow packaging