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the pica beats - all mysteries solve themselves lyrics

they say all mysteries solve themselves
on sunday morning’s dime but i am not john doe
but if i catch you on the emerald isle
we’ll die, in style like the stem that you’d cut so low
and though i bought you fair and square, your family was aware
and they are solely opposed to your taking my name
it’s the best we can hope for now, to be the first to be getting out
it’s illogical, so illogical, but logic fades

they say gone are the days of misery unchained
and also gone are the days of sorrow
and also gone is the poor, not elusive anymore
it’ll make her walk without the shoes unroyal
and though your family could commit, a hundred acts of colored fits
it’ll be lost beneath a sea of gin
it’s the best we can hope for now, to be the first to be getting out
it’s illogical so illogical, but logic wins

you can’t be sold
and you can’t afford to not be
here’s you monocle
squint hard, you’ll see the country
it’s a catcher’s mitt, we are all the specks of rice
and the vulture’s right, that it was not yours or mine
moderate cells, built like modern musical instruments
the likes of which you’ve never heard before
howlin’ like a pack of feral cats, east of wichita

learn to savor it
marriage is the accord of columns
roman architects
bed down with flower pollens
and as willing gift, i submit to the portrait pain
and to charcoal eyes, though they are not yours or mine
moderate cells, built like modern musical instruments
the likes of which you’ve never heard before
howlin’ like a pack of feral cats, east of wichita
trouble in wichita (ad infinitum)

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