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we wake up different, rifle through our dreams another placid day, ripples at the seams
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do you think i bow out cause i think you're right? or cause i don't wanna fight? so tangle-minded then so becalmed it's all so
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subway-grim and then it's gone
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do you think i bow out cause i think you're right? or cause i don't wanna fight? we get so weary, taking fish off hooks it's not
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as effortless as it may look
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do you think i bow out cause i think you're right? or cause i don't wanna fight? we lay down seething, smell our pillows burn
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and drift off to the place where you'd think we'd learn
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do you think i bow out cause i think you're right? or cause i don't wanna fight? i said, "i give"
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Fight
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| The Tragically Hip |
