So the chemistry's set,
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and I'm not the saddest cheerleader
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to forget the American word.
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For the gang in the head
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that dwindles 'til no members when
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The mystery's met,
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the sky looks threatened
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heading home in the dust,
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singing 'Life Is Forgettin',
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good enough for the frivilous.
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There's one thing I remember is
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this tear on your bare shoulder,
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this little silver boulder,
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this slowly falling star.
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We're rolling, so what?
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Never getting older where the moon-shocked curtains part.
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The start of enough,
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a tear dropped in a vaccination scar.
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I'll tell ya if I'm able, that is,
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I'll tell ya like it is.
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He went down like a bad card table, like
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the Tacoma Narrows Bridge,
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like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
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Swimming on a bit,
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"stop, you're treading water" as the sun assimilated the words.
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For lighthouse fire
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burning down to ember's end.
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The mystery met
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sky just reddened,
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heading home under dusk.
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Is life just forgettin' another word for frivilous?
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Little silver boulder, silence from Mars.
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For the heart of enough
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or a teardrop in a Vaccination Scar.
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Wherever you are, scar
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Vaccination Scar
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| Tragically Hip |
