The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
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There's a tear on the face of the moon
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From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long
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But there's too many clues in this room
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At best it is said we've been locked deep inside
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Of an old sea man's chest full of charts
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Where maps are contained and what's left of his brains
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When his crew threw his balls to the sharks
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All around the looking glass
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Dancing to a tune
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Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
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Which history's shown
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Leads to ruin
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In a word it is said that at times we must fall
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But the worst of it all was the lies
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We died for the cause just like regular outlaws
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In the dust of an old lawman's eyes
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In times best forgot there was peace there was not
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In her pains mother earth came to bloom
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Her children were born in the eye of the storm
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And there's too many clues in this room
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The power that is stored in this no man's land of chance
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Is the someone who knows what they're doin'
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The old soldiers say in their own crusty way
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We've got too many troops in this room
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All around the looking glass
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Dancing to a tune
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Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb
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Which history's shown
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Leads to ruin
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The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
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Praise the lord there's a train leavin' soon
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From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long
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But there's too many clues in this room
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Too Many Clues In This Room
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Gordon Lightfoot |