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letra de daisies on kismet - mimosa de valois

[verse1]
dying when the sun does, letting them l!ck my color like a summer day´s sorbet
a spin can´t make you faint if you are the blue print of ballet
i ask for signatures on my heart like an idiotic survey
speeches will always speak to me, but my stillness will never be an entree
is my ipseity the grounds to why infidelity will outweigh?
eventually, the pins holding my crochet together will ricochet
sadness needs a sovereign, but who can tell the gems are tеars in the soiree

[chorus]
pushing up daisies on kismet
suitor carols a funеral rite at my doorstep
showstoppers leaving a heroic gene on the ground with each footstep
woolgatherers shuddering after a glance, that hanged in the air like a portent
casanovas gambling on erroneous colors in casinos, which side is he on with a secret?
pushing up daisies on kismet

[verse2]
oh my, your soul lingers like euphony on a cassette
no one ever said such thing, i consider that a neglect
kid like a mirror, coerced to know how to rightfully reflect
is it me, on both ends infuriated for my own inept?
sad sonnets are chills that stay in every bone so why am i the palimpsest?
mine, nothings ever mine, but it´s an edict that with this boy i won´t accept
every pass through him on a hallway is like sun-kissed cheeks being reassessed
to love is to go through a torment
[chorus]
pushing up daisies on kismet
suitor carols a funeral rite at my doorstep
bridegroom wannabes marking their territories, cause their love is a warhead
birth stripes being organized like sticks, but some souls just stick like an accent
pallbearers carrying hollow caskets cause soliloquy is a lament
pushing up daisies on kismet

[bridge]
and since when did a far-flung island, start giving out the national digit?
you want to think you are more than a holiday destination people visit
but if it´s not the golden age, love has a limit
is that why you accepted your fate as every unraveling facade´s pivot?
in due course that will match strides with your spirit
and the linguistic study of a chivalrous soul can make you desperate
when you are so out of control you are cretinous he becomes your mind´s senate
how was a coin flip protesting for my love, even the coins got out of the pocket
i was a study, you studied for, but never saw the epilog creditable enough to submit

[outro]
mine, nothings ever mine, but it´s an edict that with this boy i won´t accept
to love is to go through a torment
pushing up daisies on kismet
oh why am i, why am i a crime, a one that in your hands can´t be sketched
oh where is your signature, cause it´s not in this idiotic survey

- mimosa de valois

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