Come the ultra mundane of another life
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You know it by the trail of the nervousness
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Your memories compress, your senses are sly
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And portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nights
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Into northern lights
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Pour it all at their service
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Start beginning by beginning
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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A new tradition, a new beginning
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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It's time to make it inside with a wristband, alright
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To see Etobicoke coyotes
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To get pretend scars, to see like a pair
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To feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmet
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Feel the ultra mundane of another life
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A poet in the service
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Start beginning, new traditions
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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The demolition is beginning
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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They're underpinning the tradition
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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No perdition in the beginning
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It's time, it's time
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But there's no time to ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean?"
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You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motion
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Maybe, maybe I saw you soften, baby
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When your angst had me over your shoulder
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Your beleaguered old lady
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Start beginning, a new tradition
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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No tradition of dereliction
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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No conditions, no sedition
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It's time, it's time, it's time
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A new beginning, a new tradition
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And at the end I'll burn so unkind
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You might ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"
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Ultra Mundane
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| Tragically Hip |
