One day in El Paso
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The cops go into the crowd
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Under a glaring bladder of light
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And the music is so loud
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And the tourists take their T-shirts off
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A busload of kids gives you the finger
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Afternoon when the sidewalk's hot
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And the shadow's to chilly to linger
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Walk past damaged goods and ugly trends
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Past a strawman making a purchase
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Downtown where the river bends
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They're just waiting for you to resurface
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Take a look at this photograph
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Clearly his teeth were bared
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He coulda been yawning or snarling
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The story was never clear
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One night in El Paso
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The cops go into the crowd
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Under a throbbing bladder of light
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And the music is just so loud
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And the tourists turn their T.V.'s off
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And a bat sees a bug with the sound of a linger
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Night time when the shadows cough
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And you're chilled to the tips of your fingers
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Walk past damaged goods and ugly trends
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Past ol' strawman making a purchase
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Downtown where the river bends
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They're just waiting for you to resurface
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Take a look at this photograph
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Clearly his teeth were bared
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He coulda been yawning or snarling
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He coulda been anywhere
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Yawning or Snarling
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| Tragically Hip |
