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All the things you do to me
It all adds up like math
But in the end I'm left again
Absent of the craft
In a world of mathematicians, I'm a lone musician
Picking and singing the mess
But I'm awake, I watch the parade
And everything left in the path
Add it up, and I add it up-
It never quite adds right up
Sing the blues, and watch the news
The numbers and figures and death
It's a worldwide revolution with no more confusion
And everyone's taken the test
But I'm afraid I won't be awake
I'm slipping to places unmatched
It's a world of mathematicians and I'm a lone musician
Picking and strumming the mess
But I'm afraid I won't be awake
I'm slipping to places unmatched
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