A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara lyrics
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Fair To Midland — A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara lyrics
Fair To Midland A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara lyrics was added to the site 19 Feb, 2008 and since that time has 2 hits and voted 1 times. Other popular Fair To Midland lyrics are: Gaining One, Dance Of The Manatee and Informative Timeline.
Songwriters: SUDDERTH, ANDREW / CAMPBELL, CLIFFORD / LANGLEY, JOHN MATTHEW / STOWERS, BRETT / DICKEN, JON
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.
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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.
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.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/fair-to-midland-a-wolf-descends-upon-the-spanish-sahara-lyrics.html ]
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.
A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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