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twelve men broke loose in seventy-three from millhaven maximum security twelve pictures lined up across the front page
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seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage the chief told the people they had nothing to fear said, "the last thing they
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wanna do, is hang around here" they mostly came from towns with long french names but one of the dozen was a hometown
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shame
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same pattern on the table same clock on the wall been one seat empty, eighteen years in all freezing slow time, away from the
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world he's 38 years old, never kissed a girl
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we were sitting round the table, heard the telephone ring father said he'd tell em if he saw anything heard the tap on my
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window in the middle of the night held back the curtains for my older brother mike
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see my sister got raped, so a man got killed local boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill folks went back to normal when
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they closed the case but they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place
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my mother cried, "the horror has finally ceased!" he whispered, "yeah, for the time being at least" over her shoulder, on the
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squad car megaphone said, "let's go michael, son, we're taking you home"
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chorus
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Thirty-Eight Years Old
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| The Tragically Hip |
