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There's always a number that'll make you feel bad about yourself You try to measure up, try to measure up to somebody else Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh They say that you're too short to join the team And your IQ's too low for poetry Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your life, girl So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need Look at him, look at her, they've got a million likes You better figure out to how to multiply, divide Numbers are out to get you, they'll kill you if they get you Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your life, girl Call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need And then one number zero In the end, does it matter? All that we even really know Is every nail needs a hammer SongtexteBut the numbers I compute When we look and the two becomes one (Two point zero one one two three five one two) I hear the sadness in your life, girl I hear the sadness in your life, girl Aus Songtexte Mania