A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara lyrics |
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If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've come through ghost towns set on pause, Hoping your risk was worth a cause, Whoa, sound off the false alarm, whoa 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? Whoa, stomp on your land again, whoa 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 are keeping score then you are bound to win, A ring side seat at the main event, Whoa, stomp on your land again, whoa 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, And go by the wayside, I'll never look back. |
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