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FAIR TO MIDLAND lyrics : "A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara"

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A birds eye view of a burning bridge,
You've gone through ghost towns settle past,

Hoping the risk was worth a cause,

Oh, sound off the false alarm,


But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,

I'll $$#emble 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 old ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish,


Oh, stomp on your land again,


But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,
I'll $$#emble 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 are keeping score then you are bound to win,
A ring side seat at the main event,

Oh, stomp on your land again,

It smells like disaster,

It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

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