To boldly clap
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In a room full of nothing
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You never know
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It could be one of those
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Poignant evenings
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Museum's locked
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And it's long since past closing
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You cannot know
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You cannot not know
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What you're knowing
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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The curtain climbs
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Over me every morning
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I don't know why
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I'm so immunized
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Against reforming
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To coldly slap
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At a face full of nothing
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You never know
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It could've been one of those
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Looks of longing
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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What can you do
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They've all gone and we'll go too
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We'll go too
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We'll go too
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We'll go too
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We'll go too
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We'll Go Too
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| Tragically Hip |
