| You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
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| And together we’ll work out on the escalator
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| I will time you as you run up the down
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| And you’ll measure my footsteps as I blow through this town
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| The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
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| Which is times’d by the daggers and the route of all our fights,
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| The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing
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| And the beauty of the word is that you don’t have to show it
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| Oh academia you can’t pick me up
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| Soothe me with your words when I need your love
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| I am a dash and you are a dot
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| When will you see that I am all that you’ve got
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| I’m a binary code that you cracked long ago
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| But to you I’m just a novel that you wish you’d never wrote
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| I’m greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it
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| That I still can’t catch your eye?
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| You’re a cryptic crossword, a song I’ve never heard
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| While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt
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| Oh academia you can’t pick me up
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| Soothe me with your words when I need your love
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| You’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
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| Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on
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| It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
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| It appears to me the pen has over analysed again
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| And if I am a number I’m infinity plus one
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| And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one
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| And if you are a number you’re infinity plus one
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| And if I am four words then I am needing of your love
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| Oh academia you can’t pick me up
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| Soothe me with your words when I need your love
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| Academia |