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Timbuktu
Fair to Midland
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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 nose on the siren is right on our tracks.
A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury.
Not as common as leisure days,
Not as modern as much too late.
I sailed through the catapults between April and May.
He quoted his price and that's what he'll pay.
He spread thick like a heathen,
The clouds buried the chalk,
While the soot on our throat,
'Till our engine stops.
A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury.
Not as common as leisure days,
Not as modern as much too late.
Pearls and oysters every each turn,
Grow the lilac near the grub-worm.
Push the button closest to him,
Give me glue so I can stick to plan.
Pearls and oysters every each turn,
Grow the lilac near the grub-worm.
Push the button closest to him,
Give me glue so I can stick to plan.
I can stick to plan.
But instead, but instead.
But instead, but instead.
But instead, but instead.
But instead, but instead...
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