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Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I'll be waiting,
Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
But cold mathematics's making it's move on me now,
Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning,
You're beautiful and trivial and baby, just out of reach,
So give me the unforgiven sound,
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Towards the stars the great silence,
It's the only place I have left to go,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
But cold mathematics's making its move on me now,
It's funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm
Trying to impress but one day I will learn to shine,
Through the unforgiven sounds,
Of cold mathematics making it's move on me now,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
And cold mathematics's making its move on me now,
Cold mathematics making its move,
Cold mathematics making its move,
Cold mathematics making its move.
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