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Andrew Bird Armchair Apocrypha Imitosis His keeping busy, yeah he's bleeding stones, With his machinations and his palindromes It was anything but hear the voice Anything but hear the voice It was anything but hear the voice That says that we’re all basically alone Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away And turned into a playground a petri dish of single cells That would swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey On this nature show that rages every day it was bound, a part his intuition To say we were all basically alone And despite what all his studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis Weighed deception or mercy Where others train for the show and tell me doctor can quantify ‘Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why Why do they congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores And let the wind just carry them away? How can kids be so mean Our famous doctor tried to gleam As he went home at the end of the day In this Nature show that rages every day it was bound apart his intuition, Say we were all basically all alone Despite what all his studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis Weighed deception or mercy Where others are paying for the shot Well tell me doctor can you pull my file reason why |
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