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Artist: Fair To Midland
Album: Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True

Lyrics

Mountains of molehills
A grapevine in my ear
Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear
While the nests in my hands starve for rest
Sticklers for cheap fun
You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms
For an all day black market parade
For a grand prize a slap in the face for you

Bold faced type covers your text
It must have been winter

Still frame, no dice
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still
It takes a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest
Still frame, no dice

Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open
I just kept pullin' on both your feet
Someday together we'll breathe on mountains of molehills

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True" album track list