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Quarta-feira, 25.07.07

Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara


If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win A bird's eye view of a burning bridge You come through ghost towns set on pause Hoping the risk was worth the cost

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
If you could spare me 40 winks While you cried 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're keeping score, then you're bound to win A ringside 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 Take all as a smell Let go by the wayside I'll never look back.
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