Artist: Fair to Midland Lyrics
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Album: Track 11 on Inter.Funda.Stifle
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Don't be surprised if I drive too far.
Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react.
The nose on the siren is right on our tracks.
A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury.
Not as common as leisure days, not as modern as much too late.
I sailed through the catapults between April and May
He quoted his price and that's what he'll pay.
He spread thick like a heathen, the clouds buried the chalk.
While the suit on our throat 'till our engine stops.
Pearls and oysters every each turn grow the lilac near the grubworm.
Push the button closest to him, give me glue so I can stick to plan.
But instead, sail the desert.
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