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I could trust in science

But numbers don't work for me

So I rely on fortune tellers

Who feel F# is my key

I'm a conspicuous assumer

Presuming unconscionably

Howling at any slice of moon

Barking up every tree

Counting on the kindness of strangers

Who are kind of strange like me

I'm not one for parties

They're no fun for me

Can't hit a single punch line

Or bit of chit chat for company

I'd want to talk to you forever

About most anything

And completely entertain you

No matter what a fool I be

Counting on the kindness of strangers

Who are kind of strange like me

I never go to movies

There are no characters like me

Accosted by fortune tellers

Insisting F# is my key

You're a work in progress

An elusive mystery

I may never understand you

But I want what I see

Counting on the kindness of strangers

Who are kind of strange like me