Under the pillow
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I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out
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As it turns out there's a whole other world of sounds
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of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls
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all saying are you going through something?
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are you going through something?
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Under the pillow a little room to breathe
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the early morning light's a pale cranberry
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I hear the Aaa-aah-aah not-wow-wow
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of a siren faraway and closing steadily
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saying Are you going through something?
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Are you going through something?
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cuz I-I-I-I I am too
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Under the pillow
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I can hear you whisperin' are you going through something?
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well honey are you going through something?
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Are you going through something?
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Then I-I-I-I I am too
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Then I-I-I-I I am too
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Then I-I-I-I
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I am too
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme-gimme
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Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme
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Put me put me put me put me-put me
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In the saddle I'll ride you'll see
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There's new work in the Day Room
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I can't lounge on-line
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Don't you laugh
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I'd sell a giraffe and I'd give you half
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Just to occupy my mind
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I'll be driven my eyes always moving
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I'll be riveted to the task yea
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No smiling! That's important
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I will make my face a mask
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And I'm thinking just in passing
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What if this song does nothing?
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What if this song does nothing
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Working in the new NewOrleansWorld
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I'm emptying slots working like a ghost
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I move through huge rooms with no windows
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And no Gulf of Mexico
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Gimmegimmegimme gimme-gimme
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Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme
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Put me put me put me put me-put me
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In the saddle please
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I'll be driven my eyes always moving
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I'll be riveted to the task yea
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No smiling! That's so important
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I will make my face a mask
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And I'm thinking just in passing
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What if this song does nothing?
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What if this song does nothing?
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What if this song does nothing
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What if this song does nothing
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Bring on the requisite strangeness
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It always has to get a little weird a little weird
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Yea you just bring on the requisite strangeness
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Bring it on then disappear disappear
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Go to be a man of the boom
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To Florida without the ocean
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But
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Don't you wanna see how it ends?
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When the door is just starting to open?
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When Athabasca depends?
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Don't you wanna see how it ends
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I can hear you
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But I can't stay here
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You left me lost in the Barrens
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You left me born on the stairs
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It's minus 11
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Inside my kettle
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I didn't come to get lost in the Barrens
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I didn't come to settle
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To be a man on the moon
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To get my little slice of heaven
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Yeah
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Don't you wanna see how it ends?
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When the door is just starting to open?
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And Athabasca depends
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Doncha wanna see how it ends
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Don't you wanna see how it ends?
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The door is just starting to open.
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Athabasca depends.
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Don't you wanna see how it ends?
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Yeah
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Don't you wanna see how it ends?
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I'm holding the door to the Barrens
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And Athabasca depends
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Doncha wanna see how it ends?
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The Depression Suite
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Tragically Hip |