In the dark before the train
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Just beyond the barn glow
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Where no dissident remains
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Driving it like we stole it
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Snow falling, a silver poet
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To concentrate the gallows
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And subtracting us like the wolf does
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Driving it like we stole it
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But we're getting nearer, nearer
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Getting near that modern spirit, yeah
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I can hear it, hear it, hear it
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I can hear that modern spirit
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On the open road for boys
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A white and an open throat
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Night slips back with no noise
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Inside the hitch-hiker's coat
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But we're getting nearer, nearer
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Getting near that modern spirit, yeah
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I can hear it, hear it, hear it
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I can hear the modern spirit, yeah
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Can't you just hear it, hear it, hear it?
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Winter counting everything, we're near it
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We're getting nearer nearer, nearer
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Friendship changing everything, we're near it
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I can hear it
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Is this the modern spirit?
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Is this the modern spirit, yeah
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Is this the modern spirit
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This is the modern spirit, yeah
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This is the modern spirit
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This is the modern spirit, yeah
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This is the modern spirit
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This is the modern spirit, yeah
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Yeah? Yeah
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The Modern Spirit
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| Tragically Hip |
