Titillations been replaced, by interstate brickface & coffemate
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And by a list of phonecalls, you¡¯ll like ta make
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Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
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And you could stare into your own shoes
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And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
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Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
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You can throw away the rudder, & float away like vapour trails
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There¡¯s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
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So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin¡¯ wet shoes
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Through rainpools evaporatin¡¯, says in this sign I¡¯ll conquer you
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I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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But there¡¯s nothin¡¯ uglier than a man hittin¡¯ his stride
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Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin¡¯ over their hoes
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Now the mornin¡¯s over, it¡¯s time to let them sprinklers hose
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Past hills of chambermaids¡¯ dark bare arms
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And feilds of muscles quilted to the bone
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Right now I¡¯m flyin¡¯ over, Ya right now I¡¯m flyin¡¯ home
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Where I can sit on the end of my bed
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And I can stare into my own shoes
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And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
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And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails
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I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
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So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails
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I pulled the car on over, (It¡¯s time to let them sprinklers hose)
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Woo¡¦Woooo¡¦.Woooo - Throw away the rudder (4x, 1x, 2x)
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Vapour Trails
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Tragically Hip |