| Roam the line, run the course
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| Those fiery eyes won’t wait for luck
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| Behind walls in a hostile nation
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| The new stars of a constellation
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| Oh Canada, waits on course
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| You dick around, out of sorts
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| Want to slow play with some hesitation
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| And get lost in a conversation
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| But you can’t laugh You can’t get on with
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| Our lines, all recorded
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| We tip and turn our hands our
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| Knife Oh take it off, take it easy
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| Our types, hard forgiving
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| We’ll bait your trap I’ll bite my tongue
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| Terrorize, but you’re the tourist
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| Lift the lines, and know the quotes
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| The gaudy malls of our new vocation
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| The heady words, no inspiration
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| Hide in pools, mirrored stars
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| Compound days will tear you apart
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| The lost souls in hot desolation
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| Want to get lost in a conversation
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| But you can’t laugh, you can’t get on with Our lines, all recorded
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| We tip and turn our hat our knife
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| Take it off, take it easy
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| Our types, hard forgiving
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| We’ll bait your trap
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| I’ll bite my tongue |