I wish I had a head for math
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So I could talk to you
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And hear the song behind the sign
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And maybe dance there too.
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Lose my license, lose my breath
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And lose my precious cool.
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And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky way with you.
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Blessed be, your work through me
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Blessed be, you will be done
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Found an ancient photograph
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It looks a lot like you.
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Wild eyes, and crazy hair reaching out to god knows who
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I'll be your compass, I'll be your graph,
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And your Rosetta [i.e., Stone] too.
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I spy, with my third eye, your hippie-dippy ingenue.
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I can learn, that's all I can do,
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And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky Way with you.
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Blessed be, your work through me
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Blessed be, you will be done
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Blessed be, your work through me
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Head For Math
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| Tanya Donelly |
