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Fair To Midland:A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara
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If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, a birds' eye view of a burning bridge. Sound off the false alarm!
If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A birds' eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Sound off the false alarm!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A ringside seat at the main event.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whoooaoaoaoaooa-oo-oa
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
It smells like disaster,
Thank God I can smell.
So go by the wayside,
I'll never look back.
A birds' eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Sound off the false alarm!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A ringside seat at the main event.
Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again!
Whoooaoaoaoaooa-oo-oa
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
It smells like disaster,
Thank God I can smell.
So go by the wayside,
I'll never look back.
First line is from the Fables booklet.
<--[To Midland:%28Ciperion%29 A Seafarer%27s Knot A Seafarer's Knot] [To Midland:Walls Of Jericho Walls Of Jericho]-->
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Amazon: Fair to Midland • Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True • A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara
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