Lyrics Father John Misty - Pure comedy The comedy of man starts like this: Our brains are way too big for our mother's hips So, nature, she devised this alternative: We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough To fill us in And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since.(pure comedy) Now the miracle
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