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the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small from high up above and after a glimpse over the top the rest of the
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world becomes a gift shop
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the pendulum swings for the horse like a man out over the rim is ice cream to him the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get
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to feel small but not out of place at all
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we're forced to bed but we're free to dream all us human extras, all us herded beings and after a glimpse over the top the rest
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of the world becomes a giftshop
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i don't know what to believe sometimes i even forget and if it's a lie, terrorists made me say it the beautiful lull, the dangerous
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tug we get to feel small from high up above
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from high up above
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Gift Shop
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| The Tragically Hip |
