Tom Thompson came paddling past
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I'm pretty sure it was him
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And he spoke so softly in accordance
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To the growing of the dim
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He said, "Bring on a brand new renaissance
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Cause I think I'm ready
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I've been shaking all night long
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But my hands are steady."
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Three pistols came and three people went, on their way
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Three pistols strong and three people spent
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Well he found his little, lonely love
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His bride of the northern woods
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But, she took me to the Opera House
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Like he said she would
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Then she sighed and she fell from the balcony
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Shakespeare's bent to touch
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She never had any time for me
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Cause I didn't protest enough
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Three pistols came and three people went, on their way
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Two pistols strong and three people spent
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Little girls come on Remembrance Day
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Placing flowers on his grave
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She waits in the shadows 'til after dark
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To sweep them all away
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I say, bring on the brand new renaissance
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Cause I think I'm ready
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I've been shaking all night long
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But my hands are steady
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Three pistols came and three people went, on their way
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Three pistols strong and three people spent
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Three pistols came and three people went on their way
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One pistol strong and three people spent
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Three Pistols
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| Tragically Hip |
