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Fair To Midland Lyrics

"Quince" lyrics


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 burgundy.

I learned you stand in Istanbul,
So I send you my Morse code,
Till you capture the syllables.
Subtracting the fees under carried time,
Somewhere over the Great Divide,
Blacked like a candlestick.

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 burgundy.

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.

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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
I forget.

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
I forget.

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
I forget.

Your crimes are not mine or theirs,
Weary from the wear you invent.

I forget...

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