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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
I'm one fourth of what I used to be And half of what I need We're the victims of mathematics Oh, applying fractions to modern day living Is as useful
I wish I had a head for math So I could talk to you And hear the song behind the sign And maybe dance there too. Lose my license, lose my breath And
Per ogni matematico c'e un senso d'infinito nel dar la caccia ai numeri gia sfuggenti di per se c'e un sogno pitagorico che a me non e servito adesso
I wish I had a head for math So I could talk to you And hear the song behind the sign And maybe dance there too. Lose my license, lose my breath And lose
going 'Cause I feel like the real reason That you're quitting, that you're admitting That you've lost all the will to battle on Will the fight for our
译文: 安杰洛Branduardi. 对于每一个数学家.
译文: 陈淑庄多纳利. 头数学.
译文: 燃烧的嘴唇. 加什（战斗为伤者数学家歌）.
译文: 级. 受害者数学.
I'm one fourth of what I used to be and half of what I need. We're the victims of mathematics, applying fractions to modern day living is as useful as
