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Correct Murder And Create Lyrics
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Correct Murder And Create
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How should I begin? I find myself residing At the dried out end of a dead history. All my thoughts are dirt Scattered on a coffin, And I a dilettante funereal spectator here. How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner, Virgin to surrender and vivid sense, I scour lichened stones, Desperately seeking Daedalus’s paternal secret of where we will land. Well I was born with four fingers on each hand, And with my eight fingers and my thumbs I do maths. Once again, how should I begin? I’ve started weak and I’m stuttering, But I have remembered all my lines. It seems that I have thus presumed To talk of maths in front of crowded rooms, But I’ll make the two times table mine. How should I begin? I find myself residing At the dried out end of a dead history. How should I presume? A besuited bourgeois mourner, Virgin to surrender and vivid sense,? Calculus finishes me, I don’t follow trigonometry, I’ve got nothing to add to algebra (the more complex functions I don’t remember). But arithmetic… The absolute zero Is arithmetic on fingers and toes. I have remembered all my lines, And I’ll make the two times table mine. I will not presume, but I will thus begin.
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