Fair to Midland
quince
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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 you
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
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
- Album:
- The Machine Shop
- Arrows & Anchors
- Fables From a Mayfly
- Miscellaneous
- Inter.Funda.Stifle
- Escaping the Ordinary: Volume Three
- Season of Mist Classics Sampler
- Musical Chairs
- Arrows & Anchors (Deluxe Edition)
- Fables of a Mayfly - What I Tell You Three Times is True
- Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
- Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True...
- SOE: Rising Stars From Worldwide Bars
- The Carbon Copy Silver Lining
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, May 2007
- The Drawn and Quartered EP
- Vice CD, Volume 14: Number 6
- Gutterth Compilation One
- Alternative Times, Volume 83
- Alternative Times, Volume 89