I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks,
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Patched the holes and fluid leaks,
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Left dusk beneath a diabetic moon
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And way to take the TV crews across the creaking ice
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The news is howling to the timber wolves and soon
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I'll go through it all again
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Watch their doubtful smiles begin
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But the visions that I see believe in me
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So praise the things I can't forget with burgers and a silhouette
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On t-shirts at the council general store
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I'll listen to the south winds sigh with rumors and regrets
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And I don't want to talk about it anymore
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I'll go through it all again
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watch their doubtful smiles begin
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When the visions that I see believe in me
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Or the visions that I see that will believe me.
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Bigfoot
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The Weakerthans |