I looked up and you were there
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Just sitting there all alone
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Holding your fist in the air
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Like, if you need me you're on your own
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You drove me home through a snowy tomb
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I fell asleep in my seat
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I had the dream of having no room
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You were there just staring at me
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At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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Oh to join the rush
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As the season builds
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I hear your voice ‘cross a frozen lake
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a voice from the end of a leaf
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saying, ‘you won’t die of a thousand fakes
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or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes’
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At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink
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Oh to join the rush
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as the season builds
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Jump into the rush
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As the seasons build
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You drove me home through a snowy gloom
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And I fell asleep in my seat
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Then I had the dream of having no room
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You were there just staring at me
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At the lonely end of the rink, you and me
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The Lonely End Of The Rink
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| Tragically Hip |
