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letra de cafffkaff, the country psychologist - wigwam (fin)

[verse 1]
off, the bow; strained
no arrows, there never were
run, evil; run. too late now to get tired. your light
burning hot, waiting for tomorrow
darkening, smoldering, brought back to mind
in another time. in confidence… self-pity
frankly, i’m expecting a lot from in a minute
a tender look at least. investigation fouled the last
be wary, wanted, a conqueror; for ugliness
so what do we find, why don’t youm learn

[chorus 1]
nymphs of the wood, with their urban disease of suggestion!
limping up to the fountainhead, walking on, out of this world
well maybe you didn’t know about the ground water
frankly, i must have expected too much

[verse 2]
pictures of us or just you, me
advertising circles
along your ways in us. a helping reference? cafff
self-conceit saves the damager. in order that, in order that
the blankness of this world’s face may be
born into the answers
frankly, i’m expecting great pasts
go on be scared, that’s alright
smother truth in a lie and blame someone else
blame innocence, and everyone will sleep real tight
[chorus 2]
only after the hanging, that is
but before the hangman of awareness
frankly, i’m- i’m expecting too much
sheet music probably won’t cure incurability
still, there are other improbabilities, this for one

- wigwam fin

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