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Fair To Midland

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, just

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

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

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 Farmersville

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 fever

This town is made of starfish i need a seahorse

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was

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

Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives, Had the ways and means to breach, The borders of easy street, And to blend right in, We all surrounded