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Tilt - Fool to Blame lyrics
You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every = mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud = appears on the horizon, wish I could blink and miss this one as well. = What could be worse? What could be further from home? Dumb little world, = dizzy |
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