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FAIR TO MIDLAND >> Merchandise Links
FAIR TO MIDLAND
At the rate i'm goin Little hands will be all that hold me back and The minute men they stand and watch Well fuck them through Don't lose touch Better keep those shoes And specs on the middle The minute men they stand and watch Well fuck them Still approved, Located in the region Somewhere off of bermuda Caught on quick, Consider it belittled Tired and deleted. Everbody look its a breathing stepping stone Not to be confused with my meanlingless monologue Hummingbird Killed the lion's pride With the Streaks of shade And by the way......... I'll be frank, Where lights dim under pressure, And ignore applications, Excuse me, Corrections are appealing, Locks to secure breathing. Everbody listen to him, he speaks in monotone, Another cyborg among the fertile drones. ...and now i bare this curse for you. Not for him. It loses a blinker, Fought both sides, And now i bare these thoughts of you, Not of him. I'll stay right here and gaurd the similar. Strike! Leg up, say you'll get. Tell me you'll get it.
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