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You could've been raised in africa We lacked in our vigor Been an "x" on the calendar Losing our cool in antarctica So i put my coat on ya The breeze was light burgandy |
I have an army suited and ready For you to simply take a bite and steer We're more than prepared to fight this unfair All you need do is tease your taste and steer Your crimes are not mine or theirs |
Weary from the wear you invent I forget for some time I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath |
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Fair To Midland song lyrics
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