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Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I’ll be waiting 
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Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear 
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And I’d hold you in my arms 
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Cold mathematics making its move on me now 


Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning 
Beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach 
So hear the unforgiven sounds 
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now 


Towards the stars - the great silence 
The only place I have left to go 
And I’d hold you in my arms 
Cold mathematics making its move on me now 

It’s funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm 
Trying to impress, one day I will learn to shine 
To the unforgiven sounds 
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now 

And I’d hold you in my arms 
Cold mathematics making its move on me now 

Cold mathematics making its move 
Cold mathematics making its move 
Cold mathematics making its move