| 1. Fair To Midland - Quince |
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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...
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| 2. Fair To Midland - Upgrade^brigade |
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Glow but don't shine A fuse for a blueprint and these devices my hands built. These roads want the rain and my raincoat, drown in a flash flood. For...
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| 3. Fair To Midland - The Walls Of Jericho |
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What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb retrieved from a teleprompt. Practical, you are not, 'cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. A...
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| 4. Fair To Midland - Orphan Anthem '86 |
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We're gone but not better. A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built. It's not long but it matters. Your suit and tie are much too tight in...
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| 5. Fair To Midland - Dance Of The Manatee |
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Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve,...
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| 6. Fair To Midland - Granny Niblo |
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Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room. Cut around the block, shake in the boots we stocked, I'll turn your onset to off. 'Cause with...
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| 7. Fair To Midland - Abigail |
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If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations, sets a plate to feed the stifled steel. If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners on...
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| 8. Fair To Midland - A Seafarer's Knot |
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Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. The sand is a richochet....
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| 9. Fair To Midland - Vice/versa |
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Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear. Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear, while the nests in my hands starve for rest....
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| 10. Fair To Midland - Timbuktu |
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Pack up with what's worthy, lock it up in the car. Don't be surprised if I drive too far. Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react. The...
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| 11. Fair To Midland - Kyla Cries Cologne |
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Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite. It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander. They choose to...
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