Gently breathing
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Lit by the morning sun
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Through the night
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It had been raining venom
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I don't want to be kind
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Not a bullet in the right place
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Or just of two minds
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More important than important
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I want to help you lift enormous things
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A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing
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As the Earth revolved around the sun
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All those shadows
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Waiting on the last lights
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If I dream of being
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Here comes the night
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All of the tiptoeing
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Past all (almost) fear building
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I only say this now because
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I didn't when it was happening
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I want to help you lift enormous things
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A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing
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But as the Earth revolves around the sun
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I can see it all at once
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And, oh, what a glittering chance
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In my head the game goes quiet
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And I can see it all at once
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Figuring you're not the goods
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A kid before the rapids
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But in my head the game is quiet
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Oh, what a glittering chance
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Oh, what a glittering chance
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Oh, what a glittering chance
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At transformation
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At transformation
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It's my dream of being
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That's my dream of being
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It's my dream of being
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At Transformation
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| Tragically Hip |
