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Upon The Spanish Main lyrics
Fables From a Mayfly
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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- Track 11 on Crewed by the Damned
- 10 Rum Runners
- 12 The Bazaar
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