The Greener Grass

Fair To Midland

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    When you cry
    Try not to smile
    You could fill up a lake

    With the tears of a crocodile
    We were too young
    To be eating crow
    As if i would know

    (i'm scared)
    11 hours till the electric arcs
    (i'm scared)
    Send scorches through the sky
    (i'm scared)
    Than the whole earth opens wide

    And i cannot wait for the earthquake
    That buries us in a warm grave
    The one-legged race, on our last leg
    The will is yours, so just take it

    The will is yours
    I'd rather find jesus outside of a book
    The same thing goes for robin hood

    Never darken my door again
    If opportunity knocks, let's make him beg
    Let's make him beg

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    Yeah, where did you go?
    I promise i will kill you right now
    Oh, where did you go?
    Bring a match while you feather your nest
    Yeah, where did you go?
    I promise i will kill you right now

    You could fill up a lake
    With the tears of a crocodile

    You lead by the nose and always get lost
    (i cannot wait for the earthquake)
    We always get lost
    (to bury me in a cold grave)

    Get outta this town
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    Hatchet men yelling timber
    Will get us chopped down
    Get outta this hell
    Off this rusted train track
    You still take lying down

    So swing us around
    While you're armed to the tooth
    Keep yourself in the dark
    Of some deep cobalt blue
    So swing us around
    By the skin of your teeth
    Writing us off in invisible ink
    So swing us around
    While you're armed to the tooth
    Keep yourself in the dark
    Of some deep cobalt blue
    So swing us around
    By the skin of your teeth
    Writing us off in invisible ink

    You can still find me
    Between devils and deep blue seas
    In the desert's hands
    On a sheet of sand
    A dry tidal wave
    Over my feet of clay
    On unfinished glass

    Looking for greener grass

    Trying to make the welkin ring
    But all my sounds are boomerangs

    Yeah, where did you go?
    I promise i will kill you right now
    Oh, where did you go?
    Bring a match while you feather your nest
    Yeah, where did you go?
    I promise you i will kill you right now

    Not today, not again
    Dress it up in stolen silver and garbage

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    Composition: Fair to Midland

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